I love houses. They are each beautiful in their own way. A reflection of humanity. But homes. I’ve always loved homes. Homes are what you feel in your being. The place that is safe and full. Full of love and laughter and deep conversations and hard things. They are the spaces that we can rest regardless of what the outside world pushes on us. The walls of our homes provide sanctuary. We can be our true full selves in all our glorious messy holy humanity and just BE.

I know so many whose homes are not where they keep their stuff. Maybe you had to search for home because the place your mail goes isn’t the place you feel safe to be yourself. Maybe all your heart stuff is held with a trusted friend who always lets you sleep on their couch when it’s just too hard to go back where you live just yet.

Home is more than a house. And home is what I hope to inspire you to create. What’s something or someone that really makes you feel home? That one thing you made a space for and you felt peace? I’d SO SO love to hear from you!