We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -T.S. Eliot

I can’t figure out, terrapin – if it’s the end or the beginning, terrapin – But the train’s put its brakes on, terrapin – And the whistle is screaming, terrapin. -Grateful Dead

If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any farther than my own backyard. -Dorothy, Wizard of Oz

Everyone is trying to get home. The secret behind the longing, brooding, and endless missteps, is the search for that unnameable something. We’re all on this same journey, we’re just traveling different paths. Perhaps the greatest irony, and the idea these quotes have in common, is that we’ve been there all along. We are already home. That home isn’t somewhere or someone else, it’s us. This coming home to ourselves is about being the whole truth of who we are. That is the only real home there is.

The talk about this idea is endless. There are studies and groups, books and meditation techniques, retreats and spiritual quests, science and statistics. But look more closely, we’re also home in all of these questions and inquires. The things that sing of our soul are what makes a home. When we engage them and build our life around what matters most deeply to us we come back to the home of our self every time.

Where we find our voice, our purpose, and our meaning is what unlocks the door to our home and we can spend each day fumbling for the key or we can just open the door. Stop thinking about what-ifs and just begin. When we are true to our self we make an offering of our unique gifts and miraculously we arrive home. Home within the deepest purpose and truest sense of our self. The truth is we never left, we have always been right here. The only difference is now we see the shining truth of who we are.

I think some people know their truth from a very early age, others, like myself, stumble over it, forget it completely, and take a long time coming round again. But we can all get there, no matter what haphazard way we might arrive. So what will it take you to finally come home to yourself?

You’ve been on the road long enough weary traveler. Sit by the fire and warm yourself by the beauty of the light within.

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