My third morning in North Leitrim with a mist lingering over the mountain across from me and the sheep all white dots in the fields below. Green everywhere and a few trees beginning to show their autumn colors. Home. Nothing has ever felt so deeply satisfying. Have I been on the path that brought me here for all my fifty-eight years? There is no book written that will tell you where your home will be - you find home by listening to your heart - is she singing? What makes her sing? And then, you get up, put down the book, turn off the TV and make a contract with your soul that you will go Home. Action - no talk and no excuses. Just do it.
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