This past week, nature graced my little world with chilly weather. I woke up Thanksgiving morning to a frosty landscape – a rare treat down here on the Louisiana bayous.
When I walked outside to experience the cold, a smile settled in my spirit. It has been a long journey for this frazzled soul to find contentment. To find a place to belong on this planet.
I’ve wandered the globe in search of “it.” Some people are born knowing – it’s right in front of their faces, so they grab onto it and keep a hold of it their entire lives.
Some of us are slow learners.
It’s not out there. It’s in here.
It’s nice to exist without my thoughts constantly shouting at me, demanding my attention, exhausting me.
Home.
Before I went inside, I noticed a line slicing the sky in two. Travelers. I used to be one of those people, sadly. Now, I am here, with my feet planted on the ground, establishing roots (dare I hope?).
The soul has settled. Now the mind can rest.
Stacy Rambles 
Home ~ the best destination in the world. ❤
Not sure if you were home for Christmas of 2007 or you were travelling, but we actually got snow and it stuck overnight and piled up on the cars. Definitely a NOLA rarity.
Hope you’re well, my friend! Happy holidays from Paris.
We were home in 2007, and I remember that snowstorm well! I was teaching and I took the kids outside to have a snowball fight. Good to hear from you, Dave! ❤
What a beautiful world to wake up to! I love the photo with the sun hitting the trees and the frosty field. I did my yearning for a place in the sun from an early age – never feeling wanted at home – so once I was free, I searched in earnest. I crossed the country, back and forth, back and forth and finally realized I could never go ‘home’ again and must find my own place to call ‘home’. Life is a journey, but if you can find that one special place it makes it much easier to stay ‘grounded’. But as you well know, it is not a physical space, but a space in the heart and I am so happy for you that you are there now. It is like finally being able to exhale. Hugs xo Karen
I am there now – not sure that it is a “forever” feeling, but I try not to worry about “forever” anymore. ❤
Just after I posted my comment, my YouTube was playing this song:
It’s from the final tour of Runrig with Donnie Munro as lead singer and it’s called ‘Going Home’. It was Donnie’s farewell concert in 1997. The new lead singer is Bruce Guthro of Nova Scotia. He spends about six months in Scotland touring and recording, then back home to pursue his own career.
Anyway, I thought you might like this . . . ~ Linne
It’s beautiful, Linne. Thanks for sharing it with me. ❤
Lovely post, Stacy. I’m a very slow learner and I don’t think I’m there quite yet. One day, maybe . . . The pictures are beautiful, too. Nothing like frost when it’s rare, is there? Hugs to you. ~ Linne
There is nothing like it, indeed, Linne. I so cherish cold weather, but that may be because it comes so seldom here. ❤
I’ve been a slow learner, too, Stacy. Thank goodness we have as many seasons on this planet as we do… So very glad to learn of your increasing contentment.
It waxes and wanes, Kathy, but I’ve learned to just savor the season, whatever it is. (Summer is my least favorite, but I can find redemption even in that.) ❤