I am visiting my daughter and found myself feeling a little bit homeless; away from my house, routine, and icon writing class tonight. But now that she is waking from her nap and directing her creative energy my way, I feel fine. Just before she offered to set me up to blog, I looked down the hallway of her apartment into the kitchen with the lights from the stove lamps reflecting all the way down the eight or ten feet of the oak floor and felt light myself.
This morning I had woken realizing that I positively fear homelessness and can easily begin to feel that I am falling that direction. The props that I live with can easily be disturbed.
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