I follow the moon light down the barely discernible path 

the trees now barren of leaves reaching upwards

moonlight filters through the branches

forming an almost magical archway illuminated

showing me this is the sacred path I walk on now

with each step my heart beats faster 

I see a house and flickering lights burning brightly

I approach the door and pause breathing deeply 

trying to contain my excitement and my anticipation borders on fear

I stand up straight and knock with a knock that sounds braver than I feel

“Knock and it shall be Opened” is etched upon the door frame made visible 

from the moonlight, firelight, and the candles flickering by the windows

I see myself open the door and greet me ... 

how can I be meeting myself and inviting myself in? this is not possible

this makes no sense and I am confused until it dawns on me

I am the only one who can bring myself across the threshold

I am meeting myself in the fullness of my being

I am embracing myself and becoming whole

I am home ... and at home ... with myself 

This was the journey