It’s funny the place your heart chooses to call home… funny how the place your heart may find rest can be so different and far from everything you’ve always known.
You can not choose it for it is not a choice. It is something that happens to you. Something, anything — a person, a culture, a laugh — it captures your heart deeply. Once captured, there is no going back. There is always an ache in your heart for whatever holds it tightly, an ache for that place your heart calls home.
This week my heart feels at home in Ipis, San Jose, Costa Rica. The people of Ipis, the church, the joy — this place has captured me. There is no going back.
This place will always hold a piece of my heart.
(Prompted by Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama.)