Where is home really? Reminds me of the quintessential "Cheers" theme song. Yes, I have deeply yearned for home, a place where everybody knows my name and my first trip away from home, across many oceans encapsulates this painful experience. But today as I write I wonder what and where home might be.
When I left this seemingly obvious home, I was a daughter, a sister and a student mostly. But Ive grown to embrace myself as a wife, a teacher, a therapist, a spiritual aspirant, a fighter, a student, a volunteer, a friend, a colleague and above all an individual and now, I am not sure where home might be.
Does who you are often change where home may be?
Well, Where is home really? Is it a place where you come back to, watch tv, eat your sundae, do laundry, read, and sleep? or is it a place where you are welcomed by an other who loves you, who cherishes your presence, who converses with you and who accepts you for the many things you are and you are not? Or, is home a space you come to and feel like you were already there? you were home when you were waiting for the bus, you were home when you were sitting with your friend, you were home speaking your truth with a crazy kid in your class. You were home and are home every where you go. Could that be?
But how can it be true when I am standing in the subway waiting for the doggone "A" train to get to the station so i can get to my apartment or when I cannot sit any longer in this cubicle I call my workspace? How can I persist day after day when all my mind calls out for is, home. I do come home only to invoke the same pleading mind "I want to be home, I want to be home".
As I find myself moving from apartment to apartment, country to another, and friend to friend the only thing that seems ever so constant is Me. I take my thoughts, emotions and sensations with Me. I take my mind with Me, and my body comes along. It would seems then that, I live in a home made up of these things first, wouldnt it?
The truth behind it is simple and this morphing sense of home is always a good thing. Apparently. Moving beyond the noises in the head, these many several expectations and appalling reservations is when one finds home, I am told. So where do I go from here? Do i even go?
When I left this seemingly obvious home, I was a daughter, a sister and a student mostly. But Ive grown to embrace myself as a wife, a teacher, a therapist, a spiritual aspirant, a fighter, a student, a volunteer, a friend, a colleague and above all an individual and now, I am not sure where home might be.
Does who you are often change where home may be?
Well, Where is home really? Is it a place where you come back to, watch tv, eat your sundae, do laundry, read, and sleep? or is it a place where you are welcomed by an other who loves you, who cherishes your presence, who converses with you and who accepts you for the many things you are and you are not? Or, is home a space you come to and feel like you were already there? you were home when you were waiting for the bus, you were home when you were sitting with your friend, you were home speaking your truth with a crazy kid in your class. You were home and are home every where you go. Could that be?
But how can it be true when I am standing in the subway waiting for the doggone "A" train to get to the station so i can get to my apartment or when I cannot sit any longer in this cubicle I call my workspace? How can I persist day after day when all my mind calls out for is, home. I do come home only to invoke the same pleading mind "I want to be home, I want to be home".
As I find myself moving from apartment to apartment, country to another, and friend to friend the only thing that seems ever so constant is Me. I take my thoughts, emotions and sensations with Me. I take my mind with Me, and my body comes along. It would seems then that, I live in a home made up of these things first, wouldnt it?
The truth behind it is simple and this morphing sense of home is always a good thing. Apparently. Moving beyond the noises in the head, these many several expectations and appalling reservations is when one finds home, I am told. So where do I go from here? Do i even go?
