Home is

where the heart resides
where breathing flows easy
where relief welcomes
where bare feet belong
where gardens grow
where sunlight shines
where hands hold
where projects proliferate
where dogs sleep soundly
where trees shelter and screen
where birdsong soothes
where quiet blankets
where love luxuriates

paper and pens
a perfect pot of soup
the smell of fresh-cut grass

a tree-lined street
a certain slant of light (thanks Emily)

Held Hostage

I am free, or at least I think I am.

I think I have just rescued my blog from a custom domain.

Good Bye GoDaddy.