The Ache For Home.

When I’m away, at some point, my heart begins to ache for Home.

I love traveling, but I yearn for familiar smells, surroundings, sights, spaces, textures and my soul companion dogs, Skeeter and Maya.

I want to sit in my favorite chair, sip coffee from my favorite cup and feel safe. Feel loved.

My hope is that you have Home in your life that causes your heart to ache.

And if you don’t have a heartache worthy Home, my hope is that you begin to create one for yourself today.

Add a candle, sipping coffee or tea cup, grocery store flowers, comfy pillow and throw to a room in your home or corner of your space (if you have roommates.) Begin to create Home.

Because don’t be misled or fooled. It’s your job to create Home for yourself. And the time is now. ❤️🏠❤️

P.S. Do you see that precious little Bluebird of Happiness sitting on the counter by my chalkboard? She’s very special to me for a couple of reasons.

One, the Original Bluebird of Happiness is created at Terra Studios which is a few miles from my house. I love going there and watching the artisans hand blow each bluebird. And two, I took great care in picking out the bluebird that I chose to bring into my home. I promised that little glass bird that I would take responsibility for creating a home of happiness for her to live in and share with me, my family and my friends.

She trusted me and I trusted her that we could create a Home of Happiness. And we have.

If you’d like to read more about the my little bluebird that is created in Arkansas, here is a great article about the original artist.

And if you you’d like to buy one for your own Home, go here. (Just so you know, I don’t get anything for sending you to the Terra Studios website to buy a bluebird other than the joy of knowing you too will have a precious bluebird to have and love ❤️) Terra Studios Website

About Chalkboard Wisdom

A couple of years ago, I bought a little chalkboard. It’s 3 1/2 inches wide and 8 inches tall. I thought I was going to use it as a grocery list. But then I didn’t.

The chalkboard sat on my kitchen counter. Waiting. Patient. Knowing her true purpose. She wanted to tell me Truths. She wanted me to see, read and learn about life through her simple messages. She wanted to help me discover how to be happy.

Often, not everyday but several days a week, she whispers something in my ear that I know I am to write on the chalkboard. And I do. Always. Without Fail. I trust her and obediently write her words down with the flaky chalk pencil and I usually add a tiny 5-petal flower. 🌸

The words are written for me but I also know that I am to share them. I believe it would be selfish of me to keep them all to myself.

My Chalkboard and I hope you find wisdom in our words that you my carry on your journey. ❤️

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