Where the home is...

Isaiah 11:6:
"In that day the wolf and the lamb will live together;
the leopard will lie down with the baby goat.
The calf and the yearling will be safe with the lion,
and a little child will lead them all."

Surely we all dream about that day, the day when people will forget to be rude, under the marmalade sky and the tangerine trees children will play, no giants will stop them. Babies laughter will sound like sweet lemon drops. Over the rainbow, somewhere that place exists, our very own Ithaca...that we all carry in our heart. We carry within us. We take our refuge there to sober down any sorrows and wails.That place is like a land of tears, yes...such a secret place. A very place of our own where our streaks of madness of any degree, our laughters and giggles are all unbound and free. That's a place where we build our sanctuary. All our abstract thoughts take shape and become our raison d'être. That place makes us what we really are, or better what we could become one day. It's a journey home. The destination is unknown but the sceneries and landscapes around are wonderful.