Coming home

summer house

 There is the physical coming home to your own place and there is something more.  It seems as if  you have dreamt the being away, all the images are like the photographs you have taken, they are reminders but not the real thing any more.  Conversations which were so bright with consciousness are dreamlike, the feel of sun and sea are already memories.  But home has a gentleness about it and finding my way back to meditating in the summer house while the rain pattered away outside was just right.

meditating dog