After my parents divorced and we moved to a new town in another state, I would hurry home from school. Home was my place of safety. Home was where I could be free and be myself. Home was where I could be free from the pressure of trying to fit in. It was my place of belonging.
I recognized long ago that I am different than others and I am not willing to change the essence of who I am in order to fit in. Other than my family, I lead a pretty solitary life and I am okay with that. It leaves me time to dream, plot, write, craft, cook, stitch, read, journal, garden in peace.
Today, my home is still my refuge...it is my place of safety. Home is my place of comfort. It is here that I laugh, sing, and dance. It is here that my inner Wild Woman feels free to come out and play and is accepted just as she is with all of her complexities and eccentricities.