tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580262874079500130.post6777682343113192710..comments2023-04-27T02:31:03.359-07:00Comments on leela: rabbits and wombsleelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14231261520402331908noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580262874079500130.post-9344766298744324072010-05-29T15:04:28.831-07:002010-05-29T15:04:28.831-07:00I struggle to figure out what home means. It seems...I struggle to figure out what home means. It seems I am in constant movement, and the still center, somewhere in the core of my body itself seems to be moving. Movement itself, quick as the rabbits, or slow as the growth of trees, seems to be my home. For me, home is a verb. I've given up trying to find it somewhere out there. Or maybe it's the act of going ... may that's where home is.<br />"going out was going in"<br />Again, what a beautiful piece of work you have created. You capture lessons from nature I can only imagine.patriciahttp://www.libmovement.comnoreply@blogger.com