Leave The Light On
Finding Home in Unexpected Places | A Mindful Travel Reflection There was something about the porch lights. As my husband and I rode through the American South, my husband piloting our bright yellow motorcycle named Indy, each mile unfolded ahead of us as I watched town by town drift by. Charleston. Savannah. New Orleans. Beautiful historic homes with so many stories to tell, stood proudly behind their verandas, their columns and shutters on display for passers-by and curious travellers like us to admire. An then I noticed something. The porch lights were on. It wasn't dusk or early morning. In most cases, it was the middle of the day. At first, I thought it was simply part of the charm. But then I began noticing them everywhere. Old homes, Newer homes. Grand homes. Little pools of light glowing against the daylight, drawing me into the warmth and coziness these homes seemed to extend out to me. There was something strangely comforting about seeing them as we rode through unfamili...
