She moved through the boulders littering the gulley in search of the pond described in her guide book. A day of rest and time alone to reflect on all the adventures in this new life she had chosen. Travelling to beautiful natural arenas to test her strength, her skills and her fear.
No responsibilities besides the one she chose. No worries.
“This is home,” she thought. This contentment opening her heart with love and a sense of possibility.
Home is not a place. It is not a person. It is a feeling of contentment with everything as it is. It is a freedom from struggle.