For the one ever on the move
When your heart grows tired of the aching of goodbyes, and the command of the coming and the going, may you find a warmth deep within that feels like home.
For home, my love, can be found anywhere, even right here, in the middle of the move and in the bearings lost.
In the pull of the change and the in-betweens, may you learn to say thank you for the feet that carry you, for the spark that commissions you, and for that which ignites the flame deep within you.
For weary as you may be, my love, from step to step, and movement to movement, may you find joy in the places you have come to call your own, even just for now.