It’s been a while since I feel that I’ve written something that came directly from my heart. I feel like lately I have not been inspired to write anything at all. Though, through connections I’ve been making, relationships that I have discovered, my heart becomes inspired again…I think it is important for me to rest every so often, to recuperate my energy, to go within… but it is also equally important for me to make connections, so that my heart can continue to be inspired…
I sit here now in a café, far from home…yet I have no feeling of being far from home, nor do I feel like I have found my home here... I know it’s not here, but I also know, that where I physically lay my head at night, my permanent dwelling place, does not feel like my true home either. I am starting to realize that home is not a physical place at all. Home is not somewhere that I can see, or touch, or smell. Home is not a shelter, with walls and furniture. Home is not a city that I fall in love with; it’s not a country that I belong to. Home is not a culture or a religion, not a tribe or a family….So then, what is home to me?
Well, from what I have discovered about myself, and about others, I can tell you that home is yourself. Home is being completely comfortable with yourself. Home is a sanctuary within another person as well. Genuine relationships are home. Strong connections are home.
What about family? Is your family considered part of your home? What is family to me…? Well, I realize more and more every day that family is not always blood tied. I discovered that there are people out there who are family, who you have never even met. So, in other words, family as we know it, or how it has come to be defined, doesn’t necessarily make a home.
Making a home means being complete within your own self. Feeling at home finally means more to me than simply feeling welcome in a physical place. Feeling at home now holds much more meaning to me. It means being at peace with myself and accepting all that I am, and all that I am becoming. I can also add to my feeling of a home simply by welcoming strong connections into the world I have created as my home. Connections are home. I can travel this planet, until the day I die without the need or want of a physical home; however, the connections I make and the people I fall in love with will always be my true home.
Walls, furniture, material possessions…none of that makes a home for me…None of those things add to my peace of mind…People, beautiful people, that’s what makes a home, and again, I stress that the people that you create your home with do not have to be blood related. You would be surprised how many family members you really have. The universe only waits for you tlo accept who you are, so it can introduce you to yourself, in and through others.
I finally understand the true meaning of feeling at home…thank you Truth