"As I watched my mom decorate her tree last night,
I was thinking that "home" is
never a specific town or house or room
where the tree resides.
It's instead a series of moments we gather--
like snapshots on a string,
of the times spent with people we love most.
The quietest moments that pause the longest
and echo the loudest in a quickly turning world.
If you could collect one crucial think in this life,
let it be the moments, the snapshots,
the collection of still points that make up "home",
and hold them close in spaces
that remain open when you need to return." -Victoria Erickson "Edge of Wonder"
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