Every day I see or hear something that more or less
kills me with delight…
It was what I was born for – to look, to listen,
to lose myself inside this soft world – to instruct myself over and over
in joy, and acclamation.
~Mary Oliver, Mindful, Why I Wake Early
Sometimes it takes a long detour to get back home.
It is a simple noun loaded with adjectives. Heavy with wanted weight, expectations, and securities.
With bursting lungs I cry out through the flung open door, “I’m Home!” My eyes bright with what I have learned on my long journey. Rosy cheeks touched with excitement, with contentment, with relief. I get to drop my bags, take a warm shower, and cozy into my known space. I get to welcome you into my home and ask you to “make yourself at home.”
Juliebrock.net is my nest, my den, my sanctuary, my home. It is where I began and where I belong. It will be a smattering of things, but what it will be first and foremost: comfortable and familiar. A place to ask questions, a place to explore, and a place to begin and end.