Sometimes I wish I could gather my family,
all my friends and dear acquaintances that I wish I knew better,
and live in a town together.
This town would have trees and sea and sky
and sweet mountains with a view for miles.
I wish I could open my home more.
That I could brew some tea, pull out my favorite throws,
and just gather around my couch and chairs and talk late into the night.
Talk of the deep things. The hard things. The blessed things.
And just listen.
I often long for this.
In lieu of such proximity, I shall open my home on this little blog.
Here is my abode.
And you are always invited.