For me it’s obvious. I can’t seem to slip it. Calling and beckoning, it’s asking for my honesty. Truth can be a son of a bitch. And for the past few weeks it’s been knocking on my door, hard.
I put these bits together for all of you, not because you necessarily care about me, but because I know deep down most of you can relate.
We all want to go home. But where is home? In the externalities? In the status presentation? It can be so distracting and confusing. But the answer lies deep within our tissue. Deep in our abdominal core is where our truth, our home resides.
For those of you keen on the words just presented, I encourage you to give this meditation a go.
Time to come home