HOME SWEET HOME
Who’d-a-thunk I’d have such a magnificent home when I was a kid. If someone told me I’d get to live in “Hollywood” like Aunt Luana – my little jaw would have dropped at the very thought. Yet here I am, broke like Aunt Luana, living the dream. Sorta. I wouldn’t have cared one bit that I’d be renting one room in somebody else’s house. And really it’s quite all right by me, except when I get scared that is. But what if I “owned” my home, as I used to, saddled with a mortgage and tons of debt, as I used to have. No thanks. I am free and so flexible. And having given up so much entrapment, I have learned that Spirit truly does have my back. That I am home wherever God is which is EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE. This side of the veil and oh the “other” side too. Straightened up on my stool then leaned back for a stretch and touched another human being. One who worries my same worries – in Spanish. One who prays for more $$ and less fear.