It’s late at night. Mina and the baby are asleep already. We are moving from our temporary house tomorrow back to the Treeleaf.
Actually, we are moving our futons into the kitchen, because the rest of the house is pretty much torn apart … no floors in some rooms. We have a few bowls and coffee cups, chopsticks and such, a a couple of suitcases with clothes and small items. But, we’ll make do. The carpenters say they can work around us.
What home is not temporary, as all things are ever changing?
And our True Home in this world is always present.
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