feeling grateful and open

Just got back from traveling. Home feels so peaceful and grounding when you've been away. It's cool here tonight so all the windows are open. A breeze slides through. Incense is burning on the side table. Next to me is a stack of books, a magazine that came in the mail, a letter from a friend, a glass of wine. I feel full after visiting with people who know me and love me for who I am. Old friends. Family. A lovely visit. We have an open house tomorrow. Our second one. We'll see how it goes. That's just what we do these days is observe. And keep on walking. I wonder whether we are meant to stay here for a while longer, making this work. (I have plots and schemes if so.) Or if we are meant to start a home elsewhere. It's all up in the air right now... but it's just a matter of waiting and watching. I'm challenging myself with living vibrantly right now and not waiting. I am excited for what I will create.