Isn't it strange how we find a place....a place we wander and explore and listen to and learn from and somehow we decide it's our place. It belongs to us. And then, one day, after years of wandering and believing it is ours, we realize that we belong to that place.
We belong to the sun and the moon and the long dirt roads. We belong to the sage and the storms and the treasures we find.
We belong to the place where the earth meets the sky.
Bless our furry, red-bandana'ed hearts, we belong.