Well despite the blizzards and flurries and storms, Mr. Right, and angels, got us home safe.
True: through Dead Man's Pass I nervously munched my way through a bag of trail mix. But Mr. Right was calm and collected.
The little bugs had a hard time this trip. I think they felt the urgency to get home and begin celebrating Christmas.
Finally after hours and hours and hoooouuuurrrrs we arrived in our quiet, dark, beautiful harbor which only had a dusting of snow to show it too had survived the storm.
For me there is always that moment when I realize I am no longer here I am there.
Home is suddenly real and in that moment I can pretend I wasn't gone for long at all. That the time away was like a quick snap that is brimming over with full experiences.
I think that's what it will be like when I get back to heaven.
"Oh hi everyone! Fancy seeing you so soon again."
"Gee, that journey wasn't long at all. All that time on earth, occasionally thinking of home, was like the wink of a heavenly eye and now I'm back."
"But wow what a mindful of realities were crammed into that celestial nano-second."
"Oh? What sticks out for me about that life?"
"Well if you just sit down here and log on, you can read all about it...I had a Blog."
Yeah, home sweet and familiar home.