The morning fog has lifted and I see my way home…

The morning fog has lifted and I see my way home…

“When I look back on every trail I traveled…
I see sand, boulders and gravel…
Didn’t know where they would lead.
Oh, but now, it’s all so clear to me …
Every stroke of my paddle, every portage, every lake, every campfire, every raindrop, brought me to this place…
As the sun rises over every path I have known, the morning fog has lifted and I see my way home.”

Sometimes I just find myself feeling “home” …

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
(Matsuo Basho)

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