Home.
When one says, hears, or thinks that word, there are so many images that are brought to mind.
Home: it's where we live, of course.
But it is so much more.
Home is the place we left when we came to this sometimes-difficult place where so many people manage to get so sideways with so many others.
That's the home we all seek, all our lives long, to return to.
It's why people are continuously on the move anymore...
they have an inner drive to find Home.
The irony of it is that Home is always inside you.
Yes, there may be particular people or places which help you access that place within you where Home always is, and always will be.
So, we attach the warmth and safe way we feel to those people and places.
For me, Home is as simple and as easy to visit as closing my eyes, and seeing myself with arms spread as wide as they go, with the biggest grin on my face my cheeks will allow, and feeling the love of all embracing me no less than my own mother does when we have not seen each other for awhile.
That's all there is to this game, you know: recognizing how to tap into the endless source of Love that is flowing all the time in every inch of space there is.
It is all things to all creatures, because it is the source of energy, of inspiration, of motivation, and of the self-nurturing that seems so lacking in the world today.
Somehow, we got sidetracked into thinking that this is a zero-sum game.
In other words, I cannot win unless I find someone who will lose.
Nothing is further from the truth! All the Love there is flows all the time and is available to all of us.
No shortage, no ranking of winners and losers with the winners getting the fat share.
I remember a time 40 years ago when I helped a fellow classmate who was a little slow and had a really thick Texas accent which was holding him back in French class.
It was a blessing to me to be able to drill phrases with him to the point were the teacher could at least understand what he was trying to say, and we shared some really big smiles with each other when he passed that class.
That's what it is really about: the joy that comes to the helper when the person who was helped, wins.
We both won that day! No losers, no sir.
Home.
I was there that day in junior high school.
I'm here at Home right now, even 1300 miles from my own pillow.
When one says, hears, or thinks that word, there are so many images that are brought to mind.
Home: it's where we live, of course.
But it is so much more.
Home is the place we left when we came to this sometimes-difficult place where so many people manage to get so sideways with so many others.
That's the home we all seek, all our lives long, to return to.
It's why people are continuously on the move anymore...
they have an inner drive to find Home.
The irony of it is that Home is always inside you.
Yes, there may be particular people or places which help you access that place within you where Home always is, and always will be.
So, we attach the warmth and safe way we feel to those people and places.
For me, Home is as simple and as easy to visit as closing my eyes, and seeing myself with arms spread as wide as they go, with the biggest grin on my face my cheeks will allow, and feeling the love of all embracing me no less than my own mother does when we have not seen each other for awhile.
That's all there is to this game, you know: recognizing how to tap into the endless source of Love that is flowing all the time in every inch of space there is.
It is all things to all creatures, because it is the source of energy, of inspiration, of motivation, and of the self-nurturing that seems so lacking in the world today.
Somehow, we got sidetracked into thinking that this is a zero-sum game.
In other words, I cannot win unless I find someone who will lose.
Nothing is further from the truth! All the Love there is flows all the time and is available to all of us.
No shortage, no ranking of winners and losers with the winners getting the fat share.
I remember a time 40 years ago when I helped a fellow classmate who was a little slow and had a really thick Texas accent which was holding him back in French class.
It was a blessing to me to be able to drill phrases with him to the point were the teacher could at least understand what he was trying to say, and we shared some really big smiles with each other when he passed that class.
That's what it is really about: the joy that comes to the helper when the person who was helped, wins.
We both won that day! No losers, no sir.
Home.
I was there that day in junior high school.
I'm here at Home right now, even 1300 miles from my own pillow.
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