So this is what its like to be home. This is what it feels like to lay on the beach. This is what it feels like to be calm inside again. This is what possibilities and potential feel like. This is what dreams coming true is like. All these dreams were bursting over my head as I drove through the darkness of LA. Bursting like stars at the realization that they can come true now. How light I felt. I was floating on the Hollywood freeway. Just the possibility is a dream come true. A breath of fresh air. Fresh ocean air salty with purpose, sandy with hope. More secure, more confident than ever before yet with less agenda, less uncertainty. Perhaps more focused. More time, more comfort. Comfort yet inspiration. Like a great, well worn studio with the light shining in just right. Clean slate. New walls. Old dreams lying dormant woken up from a restless slumber, tarnished polished new again. My soul waking up, breathing that elixir of salt air and home, of sunshine and breezes, of the past, the foundation and the potential of tomorrow. Tomorrow no longer bleak and dry and uninviting lifeless. Great shocks of green and life and beauty - organic, simplistic, familiar yet new challenges, new purpose. Same purpose, new direction, new focus, new energy, new tools, new determination. To always keep it fresh, always keep it new - no more stagnation, no more listless days, no more lack of options, no more heartache at the lack of opportunities. Building a sandcastle in that empty cove inside. Running, breathing, dancing, being. Reaching out farther than I thought I could. Unfolding. Stretching, curling to the sun and the sky and air, the briskness, the shot of cold across my face, the burn of life. To not drown in sorrows but swim in the ocean. The ever changing, ever evolving, forcing newness and hope upon me. Welcome home.