I Long for Home

Thought for the Day:

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.
~ Flavia Weedn ~

This is my last post – at least for a long while, I think. I thank all of you who have ever taken a moment of your precious time to read what I have shared. It’s been fun, and even if no one reads this I still had a great time.

My purpose in writing this blog has been to share a little bit of light with the world. But the light is not mine, it never was. It has been, is, and always will be your light that I merely reflected back to you. YOU are your own light.

My Healing Voyage continues even though my boat has some holes and it’s filling with water. But I think this is part of the package of being Human – nothing is perfect and pain is a part of being Human. This life we live is like a baptism ritual that initiates us into the mysteries of life. Life is a baptism of pain through which the Human dies and the Divine is born …..eventually.

But there is nothing romantic about pain and the life filled with it. It hurts. But through the pain comes understanding, wisdom, and healing. Then more pain again. And so it goes; the pain cannot be avoided, it never ends, and at some point we have to stop running from it because doing so leads us right back to it.

So I now embrace the pain. It’s like an old, childhood friend who is never pleasant to be around but you accept him as he is. You accept his insults, his shitty attitude, his bleak presence, because you know him, you know his story, and you love him in spite of all this. And something deep inside of yourself, that desperately wants to be convinced, whispers to your longing heart , “He loves me, too.”

I long for Home, for that place where I can be accepted exactly as I am; where every other Heart is true and pure and honest. Where there are no qualifiers, no conditions, because none are needed. Where the spirits are children and love as children do. I long for Home.

blessings……

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