#1244 - I am home
Where is home? What is home?
I've been pondering this question for a while now.
For many, it is a place.
Where they live with their loved ones. Or maybe where they live alone but feel safe, like in a cocoon. For some, home is the person they love. Someone who makes them feel ok in their own skin.
Where is home?
It's hard to answer when you're somehow a guest everywhere you stay.
Someday, I feel like I have no home. On other days, I am at home in all these places.
I guess home is more a feeling than a place for me.
The feeling of being welcomed, embraced, loved, protected, and accepted for who I am.
My partner is home.
I feel at home every time she hugs me when I arrive.
My family is home.
But, in some ways, I felt at home also the last few days in India, surrounded by the love of friends.
So, maybe home is just another word for love. It's one of the many ways in which love manifests itself in this material world.
Perhaps that is the secret to feeling at home everywhere.
Love.
As long as I have love in my heart, I am home.