Going Home
Going Home no matter how much you have enjoyed your trip
is always comforting. When I see the mountains I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, in my core. It is sort
of like butterflies, without the anxiety. My whole body breathes a deep relaxing sigh. I am here. All is well.
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Lovely photo and feeling.
ReplyDeleteI so completely know what you mean. When I see the mountains, and cross over into West Virginia, a weight drops off my back, and my body relaxes; home, again, no matter what.
ReplyDeleteTrece welcome to my blog!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you get the coming home thing!
So glad you are there and all is well, being surrounded by the majesty of the Blue Ridge Mts.
ReplyDeleteThe seed graphics are just fabulous and so inspiring. You are the best!
I know the feeling you are talking about, there is something magical about those mountains. Have a wonderful 4th.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Robin
What a wonderful photo and what a wonderful nature. Though I love my home and house, I feel the other way round. When I come to a special place at the North Sea, 1000 kilometers away from here, I feel a sort of homecoming. Think I live in awrong place of this world. Greetings from Germany
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