I used to think having a Home was boring kind of the same way I thought having children makes you boring. Instead of having a place to be, I was always looking for a new place to go. I was restless. And while I still love travelling, I also cherish home now.
The first time I ever felt the need to make a home was when I was pregnant. And although the first home I thus created was a room in my parents’ house, it gave me the shelter that home is supposed to give. It was a cocoon, so soft and gentle, where both me and Svarun first learned how to fall and pick ourselves up again, both literally and metaphorically.
The second time I felt the need to make a home is now. I’m talking about the Home inside of me, which is the most important home there is. Because what is home if not a space where you feel accepted, and good, and free … a space where you can just be you and enjoy in all the you-ness? Are you planning on spending the winter somewhere in the wilderness of the other side of the world? Sounds amazing … but be sure to go a-snailing. Like a snail, you should take your true home with you wherever you go. Your true home is the shelter inside you that you create with your morning rituals, which don’t squeeze you into something you ought to be, but holds the walls for you to manifest within. Morning rituals freshen up the body, calm the mind, and ask the soul to dance. And now, after being away for a week of no proper morning rituals, with Svarun using my downward dog as his bridge and my meditation as a wonderfully silent platform for his songs … I can really appreciate the healing nature of … tomorrow morning.
Let’s go home.