Home is a sacred place where we are known and loved. A safe place to simply be ourselves. When not at home we may find ourselves reaching out blindly in the world – attempting to be seen and appreciated. Trying to create a home away from home.
Even if you have lived in the same house for 40 years, if the life you have lived there is not a life you love you will feel homeless.
If home is where your story begins what does homelessness say about your story?
I’ve lived in so many houses, apartments, lofts, and rooms. I’ve shared my spaces and kept some for myself. As I look back over the years there are only a very few places I would not call home.
Restlessness will do that.
Hunger will do that.
Misplaced energy with do that.
Lovelessness will do that.
I feel it is best to live a life out-loud and offer excuses only when it will hurt someone you care for to be quiet. I do not enjoy having to prove myself. I don’t test well therefore I don’t test others. I’m used to feeling at home and I really want the same sense of ease for everyone else. Just because we are at home it doesn’t mean we don’t have to behave. Living well requires us to allow others to live in peace. This is not a magnanimous gesture. This is a matter of proper manners.
Still, it is a generous point of view.
Although we may never be blessed with a lavish lifestyle we can afford to be generous. It is only the generous spirit and the spirit of generosity that offers us the best kind of life. The best kind of life holds a heart that is at home no matter where you find yourself living.
Sending Love, Light & Oceans of Bliss.