Have you ever been in a gossipy conversation? Or one where you all get to laugh at someone else's failings? I admit, I have. It can feel pretty righteous at the time, even if it feels icky in the quiet of the night. Thing is, most of us, at least at times, feel apart. Separated from everyone else.

Neither Apart Nor A Part

“Home is where the heart is.”

It is so easy to assume that home is located in space – tied to this landscape, this house, with these people and animals. Somewhere we can leave, and return to.

Or that home is located in time. Somewhere gone forever, or somewhere yet to come.

Or that home is carried in the human heart from birth to death, like a talisman, or an inbuilt compass.

Yet home is not a time, a place or a people. Home is not located in the human body.

Home is our true nature. Home is who we are. At home, we see the love that we are reflected back at us everywhere, and more, that we are one with it.

Even as the human ego journeys home, slowly being stripped bare of the conditioning that binds it to the idea of the separate self – even then, who we are can never be away from Home, or need to get back there. And this calls us.

Calls us home. 


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