Waiting To Exhale

For the longest time, and occasionally still, I have not had the sense of what it is like to have a home. Either because I was being transient or I did not feel like I belonged. So for me, home transcends the physical but also contains aspects of the physical in terms of routines and touchstones... Because of this ‘home’ is at times a place, at times a sense of structure and routine. Mostly though it is a feeling of being able to exhale. A place/space where you can draw breath, breathe deeply and let it all go, knowing those around you will support you for who and how you are... For me, home is family. Not necessarily blood, but those people in your life who get you and accept you barbs, warts and all and support you. They look beyond the exterior veneer to see the patterns, beauty and complex structures beneath. Home is the arm that wraps around you. Not to pick you up but to let you know they are there and that you’ve got this. To me, that is home. These images express my feelings and thoughts of what having a home, made of inclusive family and friends, enables me to to do and be.