Make Yourself At Home
In my any-wear world, only my walls can see the ghost of the things that were, the gift of things that are, and the gravity of things that will be. I say, “Please make yourself at home.” In my some-wear world, I sit with both dread and delight, hear their stories, and tell them “Thanks for stopping by.” In my every-wear world, I can be whoever, whatever, wherever. “Welcome."
