For some, home is miles away, right next door, or wherever they make it at the time.
Some children yearn to run away from home because it is not safe or they crave adventure. Others look back on home with fond memory.
The shores of home however are always clear for your passing. They welcome us with open arms, perhaps not your own kin, but a clan of your own making.
Returning home is the oldest quest known to civilization. Once the adventure is had, and plenty of tales are ready for the telling, we all eventually go back.
There is some connection to the lands where we are born. They soothe our souls in one way or another. The trees call out our names, and the rivers and lakes say “welcome back, tell us of your journey.”
Wildlife come out to greet us as if elven blood runs in our veins. They always know.
Return home, harvest your tales and memories. Share them. Honour them. And partways on good terms.
Good night, and sweet dreams.
Lunar meditation posed by Caitlin Matthews, Celtic Devotional.