November 26, 2009
This morning’s sky as seen leaning just a bit out the bedroom Velux
To me, the best is to be home for Thanksgiving. The question is “where is home?” Two phrases come to mind: home is where the heart is and in my Father’s house are many mansions. So maybe my home just has some rooms that are kinda’ far apart since my heart is attached to wherever my family is, be it north, south, east or west. I just need some kind of space-time corridor as a hallway between these rooms.
Meanwhile, we will celebrate Thanksgiving on Saturday with a group of Franco-Americans.