If home is where the heart is ...

There's a lovely inspirational poem written by John McLeod called, If Home is Where the Heart Is ... ~ and I love the way it feels when you read it.

I've thought about it a lot this past week as my thoughts have been with PNN more than my actual presence has.

As I've noted in previous posts, I'm transitioning into my next best Self ~ and while I am navigating the process with a view that does not yet see beyond the headlights, I'm forging forward with the trust and the knowing that I'm travelling in the right direction, marked by signposts of validation along the way.

The heart's a magnificent essence though - it can be in many places at the same time. And while it's calling for my focus and attention on several uplifting endeavours simultaneously ~ its comforting, syncopated beat pumps the feelings of love, support, encouragement and inspiration I receive from this community that so beautifully symbolizes home. P nn, P nn, P nn - it's almost meditative and soothing to hear that from the inside as I travel forward into the vast unknown where my potential lies.

I don't think I'm alone in this experience ~ it seems like there are quite a few of us who have honoured the whispers of our hearts lately and split our focus in beautiful ways.

Laurie and JenD crossed the NaNoWriMo finish line waaay ahead of schedule. PeaBea is now a published feature writer. Hali became an Aunt. JessicaLee rubbed shoulders with drop-dead beautiful Soap Stars. MoM, Verby and others are actively campaigning to help a child get to the Macey's Thanksgiving Parade.

Here's what I'd like to know. How are YOU doing? What have you been up to? What's captured your efforts and energies lately while your heart beats strongly here 'at home'.

Here's the poem I referenced earlier - may this week contain at least one sacred moment for each and every one of you.

If Home is Where The Heart is ...
by John McLeod

If Home is where the heart is
Then may your Home be blessed
A shelter from the storms of Life
A place of rest,
And when each day is over
And toil put in its place
Your Home's dear warmth
Will bring its smile
To light the saddest face!

In honour of Thanksgiving later this week - I am thankful for the courage and inspiration I have received in my months here at PNN.