I’m just realising what a wild ride the last years have been – time to process? Or am I still on it? I find myself hoping for a safe place to land on. Anchor the boat, step on land and stay. Make a home. Know one place. Let the place know me. Something stable, something that lasts.
I might long for this for some years yet. I don’t settle for what does not satisfy me. And wish sometimes that I could. The constant travelling of my mind and heart is tiring, and I want to rest.
God bless the ride. God give arrival.