Tonight, I have reached an understanding. I have finally understood the phrase, ‘home is where the heart is’. In fact, I saw my heart in physical form, and even heard some of its elusive whispers. I saw it in my horse (who happens to be the physical manifestation of a part of my soul), as he burrowed his head into my chest. I saw my heart in him as we stood silently breathing together, my head pressed into his cheek, his whiskers tickling my chin. I saw it in my ever-present barn cat companion, Camille (Camilla-bean) as she trotted up meowing her affection, ready to accompany us on an evening stroll through the pasture and woods.
I heard the whispers of my heart in the not-too-distant cricket chorus, playing an evening serenade. I heard it in the breath of my horse, and the lowing of the neighbor’s cows. I felt the peace of my heart in the chilly late summer air, and the feel of grass and soil beneath bare feet. I felt the joy of my heart in the head-to-tail petting of the cats, and the soft warmth of the horses necks.
I will carry this understanding with me, tucked into the spaces between breath and heart, to be saved for a day when joy and peace are far from me.