We’re trained (led?) to believe that home is a definable place on a map. I know. I’ve been led on this geographical goose chase all my life, and here I am, spiritually homeless, as it were. But at long last, the journey has taught me that I cannot base myself in place, or not solely in place. 

We spend so much of our lives at work that home becomes sanctuary. But if it’s not also a spiritual, heart-centered sanctuary, then it does little to cultivate true rest. It becomes shelter and sheltering, but if we are without nurture, we are left lacking. How to find a heart-centered home? Through radical change facilitated by deep and ruthless honesty with self. It’s a journey without a map, and most terrifying is the first step. 

Wear sturdy shoes and embrace clear sight. 

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