Home and homily share a root, homou. Did you know that?

I absolutely love it
when I go to leave
from somewhere, wherever,
and someone interrupts my being unnoticed
to tell me goodbye,
or wave and smile,
or acknowledge somehow
whether verbally
or in a gesture
or by an expression,
that I am leaving
but they wish I could stay.

I wonder if people know
the magic in a simple word
from the lips
of a friend.

Belonging
is a wonderful feeling.

I don't know
that I've quite felt it like this before
even though this should be a place
where I'm supposed to feel it
more than anything.

Because now, I understand
how things are supposed to be
and what belonging truly is
and what it means
to be loved
and really live.