November 27, 2025

Did you know?  I’ve started posting pics from my various travels and walks on Instagram.  If that interests you, click on the Instagram icon on my emails or at the bottom of my blog posts online.  If you wish to follow me, I am @Mma_HuLiLi on Instagram.

I’m here, warm and cozy in Oklahoma City, on Thanksgiving Day in the U.S., appreciating all my WalkAbout years and feeling thankful for my little home.  It brought to mind a poem I wrote about home while on my WalkAbout.  

It’s cute, and fun to read aloud.  I thought it might be a good share for today.  

May all people be blessed with home.  It is a God-given right all creatures have.  Let it be restored to All in these times.  This is my Thanksgiving Day prayer this year.

Happy day of thanks and giving, wherever you are in the world.
Mayet Leilani

Home Poem

A home is more than just a house
  though house is also home
But where is home when house is not
  and you are on the roam?

They say that home is where the heart is
  and what is heart of home?
It’s where you share a cup of tea
  with friends or find them on the phone

Home is a graceful tree and bench
  a restful place is home
A dappled patch of shady pause
  or sun to rest your bones

A downy place to put your head
  a place to write a poem
Though you can do this anywhere
  it’s often best at home

A kitchen filled with folks and food
  and love and light and laughter
And gatherings where there’s even joy
  in happy cleaning after

Home’s where friends and family come
  to visit for a while
And go in time so when they do
  they leave you with a smile

A home’s where people find you
  to share and learn and heal
Where work is fed by open hearts
  at peace in how home feels

A home is hub where just like Rome
  all roads lead to and from
And love and light stream in and out
  of those within and those who come

A home is sacred sanctuary
  the place you feel most free
Where ceremony can be felt
  a holy space to be

Home is also lighthouse
  the world is touched by home
Home’s gifts and prayers and energy
  give earth and life their boon.

Home’s a birthright God gives all
  a space to call their own
A universal law decrees
  the right of ALL to have a home

You’re the very Soul of home
  without you home can’t be
For we all know homecoming means
  coming home TO ME

For home is you and also yours
  the place that’s truly you
Where when you want to be alone
  you raise the bridge
and close the doors and say, 
  It’s GREAT to be AT HOME!

Mayet Leilani
written somewhere on the road, 2014

November 20, 2025

Did you know?  I’ve started posting pics from my various travels and walks on Instagram.  If that interests you, click on the Instagram icon on my emails or at the bottom of my blog posts online.  If you wish to follow me, I am @Mma_HuLiLi on Instagram.

Since I returned from my summer on Orcas Island, I have been in a considerable process of sort, dump and reorganize.  Because I brought things from deep storage back with me, I’ve been decided what to keep, what to shed.  It’s been quite a process and it’s brought about a thorough reordering of my home.

So much so that I felt a small ceremony and home blessing was called for.  Some of you may remember a blessing for home I shared in 2017 because some of you mentioned you used it for your own space.  

There’s something about the energies of the endless of this year that makes me feel it’s a  good time to renew our spaces.  I know others of you are doing this too.  So I thought I suggest a small ceremonial blessing, perhaps preceded by a little little sprucing up, maybe using a little sage and toning and this lovely blessing for home that came to me in 2016.  If it fits what’s happening in your life, then please join me in a ritual of space and renewal and feel free to use this blessing or to print and frame it if you wish.

With love,
💗 🏠 💗 
Mayet 

A BLESSING FOR THIS HOME

Let a Fullness of the vital energies of Life On-Going

be found in Balance in this home.

We welcome here the diverse Wisdom of the Four Directions

and the Above and Below and Within

from which all Strength comes.

Let all who enter here know Respect and Kindness.

Let our Thoughts and Actions be well chosen – 

they form The Circle that returns to us again and again.

Let us exchange Blessings with the Four-Legged Ones,

that our Hearts be kept warm.

Let our Prayers lift with the Winged-Ones

to always find their way home.

Let Laughter, Song and Dance

echo through every room.

In this home we Honor our great Mother Earth

for her creativity and service throughout countless Eons of time,

in continuous and wondrous creation of All life 

including Our Own.

Let each being herein fulfill their Destiny

to live in Loving Harmony,

A Radiant Source 

of Joy.

~*~

Mayet Leilani, 

December 5, 2016

November 13, 2025

On my way to something else in my email, I somehow ended up with a note from a reader from ten years ago! She was sharing a poem she loved, in response to a Musings article I’d written about the season of lights.

Lately, I’ve been noticing how dark it is in the mornings. In summer, waking feels like entering into light — a kind of welcome. But in winter, rising can feel like stepping into the uncharted dark, as though the day itself is inviting us to explore what is unseen in life, or perhaps within ourselves. Best not to get too morose about that, I remind myself. The dark, after all, has its own wisdom.

Then I came across the poem Cacina sent me, and it gave me another thought entirely.

From reader Cacina Meadu — December 17, 2015
“I’ve always loved this poem by Patrick Overton. May it also inspire you. 🙂
Merry Christmas, and a very happy New Year!
Cacina”

Faith
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly.
      — Patrick Overton

This touched my heart with its quiet truth.
I’ve lived long enough to know it’s always one or the other — the ground rising to meet you, or the wings unfolding just in time.

Either way, it’s a win.

And perhaps that’s what winter — and life — are always whispering:
Don’t fear the dark, stand on the brink. Step forward. The light you need will find you, or you will find yourself flying.

With love for your moment,
XOMayet