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Facilitator: Cat Hay

Home is where the heart is
Not to be cliche
Yet deep within these words
Is a truth that points the way

A way we all are walking
Though different paths we take
As we collect belongings
And memories take shape

The shape of which will guide us
To the longing of our heart
For each experience we have
Is like a fire in our hearth

And the more we tend that fire
The more we fan the flame
Of our heart’s purest desires
From the ash our home is made

Seems to me we all seek a home
To firmly plant our roots
To feel a sense of belonging
From which we branch and fruit

It is said a basic need
Is a roof over our heads
And certainly its true
We need shelter and a bed

In my experience though,
There’s more to it than that
For you can have a “house”
And yet basic needs remain unmet

For until we know our heart
And the love by which it beats
We wander with vagrant souls
Collecting pennies on the street

There is no shame in seeking
In feeling lost or alone
Its part of the human experience,
And we’re all just walking each other home.

Keep stoking the inner fire
The home within your heart
Give to that which you love
And know that this is where to start

So may you follow your bliss
May you dance the whole way there
For surely it leads you to Love,
Where we’ll feast at the hearth of the eternal home we all share