As I've journeyed this past week toward my new Home, I describe the process to a dear friend as "It seems so surreal, like going back in time towards a place I’ve been before".
This morning, I was moved to tears as she so perfectly connected my experience with these wonderfully power lyrics by John Denver. Funny how I've sung this beautiful song a bazillion times around the campfire, but never quite "felt it"...until most recently.
My amended lyrics, with respectful tribute to John Denver:
"She was born in the winter of her 45th year,
Comin' home to a place she'd never been before.
She left yesterday behind her,
you might say she was born again.
You might say she found a key for every door."
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