A sense of home that doesn’t involve a roof or walls of stone.
Knowing that something is true without any tangible proof.
Feeling a connection where all boundaries disappear.
Coming home.
Can you sometimes feel it too?
The origin, the source, our collective field, where we are one.
Or does it still feel far away?
In a world full of essentials,
where fear reigns supreme,
survival becomes a prime necessity of life.
It sometimes feels like an impossible mission
to maintain this connection to who we really are,
to keep, to find, to feel.
We distract ourselves with drink, TV, or food,
do we scroll away from the here and now?
Nonetheless, our soul will shout, whisper, or sometimes kick your ass through illness or crisis,
awakening a deep longing within us.
The yearning for true connection, for getting in touch with our authentic selves and what really drives us.
If we dare,
muster the courage,
to feel anyway,
connect and relax,
soften our muscles,
quiet the mind,
and gently open the heart,
then, like molten lava,
life pours in again.
Beyond survival,
perceptions will shift,
realities become infinitely beautiful.
Dancing in a sea of space,
space to enjoy,
space to be,
space for new ideas,
space for life,
space for yourself.
