They say ‘home is where your heart is’, but what does that mean anyway? That ‘home’ is with the person or place you love the most?
I’ve had many physical homes on the path that I’ve chosen, enjoying the newness of setting up house in foreign lands. Of course, South Africa will always be my ‘home’, the place where I was born and where my family and friends reside.
But as I travel longer and longer on this path, I’m learning to find my home in my heart. Because ultimately isn’t that where all the love in the entire universe resides? Right here, inside my tiny little heart.
And the further I seem to travel, the closer I get to myself. Layers unfold, judgements melt, realisations occur, here, now.
Sometimes all I really want to do is squeeze someone I love, and I can’t, and that reminds me of my aloneness. But then I remember that life is transient, people come, people go, change occurs whether we like it or not. And all we really have is our tiny little hearts filled with love and powerful enough to create universes.
Isn’t that enough?