Home is where the heart is.
I’d always understood this to be the visceral tie I feel towards the place where I grew up and the people closest to me. And it’s true, I feel my heart expand when I’m there, especially if they’re with me. There’s a deep sense of belonging, of being part of something bigger than me, of knowing there’s a place in the world I can drop all pretence and just be me.
But what I’ve realised is that Home is not an external place or dependent on other people; it exists within me. It’s the “still, small voice of calm” underneath the noise in my head, the busyness, distractions and expectations. If I tune into it, I drop into peace, clarity, focus – I know what I want and what I need to do next. It’s where I go now when I need to calm fear, check in on what’s important to me, rest.
Home is where the heart is.
Have you found your way there?
"Do you know what you are? This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you are already that."
Rumi
