You cannot find it
in a store or in the rush,
or on a screen-
that opening you
feel inside when
the water rushes by
and the air breathes calm
and a bald eagle rests
high in a tree,
watching.
It is a sanctuary,
a coming home
to self,
a reminder of
how it feels
to be here now.
I cannot find it
anywhere else;
but I can find
myself a thousand
times over in
these woods.
sunshine in winter 
my place…driving down dirt roads with the most massive blue sky above and miles and miles of the most even rows of plants starting to sprout in otherwise quiet fields. Home.
That sounds simply beautiful. What a lovely home you must have!