You're back?

I just saw my blog and gasped - what a poor excuse for a writer. Too busy living my dream to write about it - does that pass for an excuse? An even better excuse if it's truth... it is. Does my pleading warrant blogger forgiveness? I feel I have brought disgrace to my name. Well not to my name but to Eden's name. There is no way you can make one entry about the Garden of Eden and then leave it. That's not a cliff hanger, that's a drive off a cliff. Sorry. You got ripped off. I do feel however, that that tale needs to  be developed elsewhere, so for now, just know that I have left Eden and if you leave Eden, you are never the same. I am not the same. At a glance I probably look the same but look closer - do you see that? Do you see my freckles? The ones that have settled in to their new home on my cheeks? Born from day after day in the beautiful sun. Do you see my feet? Skin hardened, rough edges, chipped nail polish, born from day after day of no shoes. What do we need shoes for? They only slow down the freedom of feeling. Do you see my heart? Do you see its shape has changed? It happens when others freely offer you love. It happens when everything you have experienced tries to fit into a heart the size of fist - impossible. Maybe I need bigger fists? Am I in danger? An enlarged heart sounds serious. Probably. I might die of love overload. Tragic.

Today someone said to me "Welcome Home". Hmm. The skin on my neck actually stood up in protest. Home? Yes I guess I am "home" I live here and I have loved here - but these last few days have stunk like a big old cow patty. Why? I am so tired of asking the question "Where is Home?" Do you know? Does it change? Do you belong one day and not the next? And what happens if you belong everywhere and nowhere? That's when you go to Eden. You go to the place where it all began.
I have a beginning; I need an end.