I sent a few words up to the heavens late last night. And acknowledged, out loud, that it had been a while since prayer like words had crossed my lips or circled about in my head. This act, felt like coming home.

Apt. As I am closing in on my first night spent in my new-to-me rented place that may become my home. My home, for a while at least. My first night at this old-but-cute abode is still in the future but near enough that the anticipation has me in the state of gratitude.

Thus, the words of thank-full-ness sent up in a prayer last night. The beginning ritual of coming home.