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Time to Come Home
And what does that mean, exactly?
It is said that home is where the heart lives. And what about the heart’s yearnings we all experience and enjoy? Some we move through in various versions of what we are to become. Some are the projections and expectations of others, though we have to step into those life streams to learn those truths.
The feeling of home can be anything. The smell of deliciousness baking in the oven, perhaps, or the freshness of rain through new leaves, or the crisp alpine quiet of midwinter snow. The scent of melting pine sap, exposed to the sun, or whatever might light us up in any way on any day.
What lifts the heart? This is our well of being. The phrase well-being comes from this truth. What if being home is the answer? You know, the one we can tend to bypass because there are these things we’re attracted to and addicted to reaching and striving for?
Do those things truly matter? What matters always manifests, so perhaps not, or perhaps we first experience the challenge, then, when our eyes have been opened, we perceive the grace.
Where have we donated parts of ourselves to the causes, complaints, and compliance of others? Where are we genuinely generous and where have we let go of chunks of our hearts out of impulses that did not originate with Source?
