We each have a home. In my childhood, we moved around a lot so I learned to treat home as more of a feeling and less of a place… A feeling I had when I was with my loved ones. In my treasured college summers, I finally found my home. In the Texas Hill Country, I am surrounded by people who challenge me, God’s work of art that inspires me, and a feeling in my heart that centers me. It is my home.
At the end of each summer, the Perseid’s meteor shower graces this part of the country and it never ceases to take my breath away. This year, we made the trek up to Rattlesnake, set up our cots, snuggled up, and took in the vast sky above us. It was a night I won’t soon forget.