Home is a word I am playing with.
The dogs follow and noises carry.
I wonder if hermit crabs ever seek smaller shells.
I wash the laundry.
I put away the clothes and the suitcases.
I make potential plans and then stay home.
I join Snapchat to see the kids' faces.
I make a video showing Hugh how to make an arugula salad.
I send VoiceMemos of the morning rain.
I make my decaf coffee and take my supplements.
I wake early and sit on the rocks to watch the sunrise.
I talk to the kestrals, scaly-naped pigeons and pelicans who linger around our house.
I wait for words and listen to longing.
I question abundance and stretching.
I wonder when the new normal will arrive and how home will be redefined.
Sending love and hugs to all the mamas out there missing a no-longer-little-one,
St. Sunshine
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