They say, “home is where the heart is” and now, more than ever, I believe that to be true; I left my heart in LA you see.I must admit that while traveling the globe is a glorious adventure, it is a strange feeling to experience the wonders of the world without your primary organ (see the above photo).
As I think of going 'home' I think of great poets, dreamers, men at war, artist, story tellers, explorers, and musicians. I now understand why they waxed endlessly on in love and passion in their writings, journals, lyrics, and illustrations. As people we long for connection and we long, most of all to be connected to the people we hold most dear.
I am lucky. The journey I am on is supported in full by my heart, I am surrounded by people I adore and I get to do what I love doing in the process. However, I do feel that twinge of longing creeping in from time to time. It seeps in, right between my ribs and presses itself against my heart.
Go ahead, call me a sap, but to that I will say- I’m a lover not a fighter and I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Every moment, every breath
Every night as I rest
Every sun rise and sun set,
I miss the man that I left.
But soon, very soon,
The heart beats in swoons
Soon, very soon
We will meet on the moon.