The Return From Elsewhere

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One day you wake up and
realize you’ve walked
a thousand miles away
from home.
Yes, your feet still stand on the
tile in your kitchen and
your clothes still hang crooked in
the closet.
But your heart.
It has long slipped away with the
shadows.
It has been chasing light
around
corners.

The truth of this
startles you.
The intoxication of elsewhere,
which animated your bones
in a ride, wild and charged,
suddenly feels
molten.
As if the center of the Earth is
swallowing you whole and
you have forgotten how to
breathe.

This is wayward space.
Up and down mean nothing.
What you thought you knew,
meaningless.
You hang, suspended.
Who are you?
You quiver.

You know the way a boat tugs to center
when its rudder holds fast
against the insistent current?
In this liminal existence,
you, too, feel a
pull.
Some ancient knowing is
reaching across all of the
deep
un-knowing.
And you can see that it is
wooing you.
Inviting you to return.
Asking you to come
home.

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Holly Grantham
Holly is a wife, very relaxed homeschooling mom of three boys, snapper of photos, coming of age writer and a soul drowning in grace. After years in Atlanta where she attended college, married the love of her life and lived in an intentional community, she found her way back to her home state of Missouri. She now lives in an antebellum stone house, raises chickens (sometimes) and pretends that she lives in the country.
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  • Yes.

    • Holly

      Thank you.

  • Diana Trautwein

    Lovely. Thank you. Perfect for this day after . . .

    • Holly

      Thank you, my sweet Diana.

  • This is basically my heart right now.

    • Holly

      I am so glad to hear that these words resonated with you, Juanita. Thank you for being here.

  • And what a gift that the invitation keeps on coming.
    Thanks, Holly, for beautiful weekend words.

    • Holly

      Sometimes, it’s the turning of our ear to the invitation that is so needed.