What if “home” isn’t safe but filled with fear? I ran from it, crossed the ocean, and still feel like I belong nowhere. Maybe I should build my own “home,” a place where I can be myself and welcome others to see who I truly am. Anyway, welcome home, Heidi.
Thank you for sharing this, Jeremiah - I am sorry for the fear and need to RUN away, and still feeling you belong nowhere. I think many people feel like this and I'm glad you have spoken for them, here. Thich Nhat Hanh says we should pray, "I have arrived, I am home" with every breath, but it is SO not easy. Blessings to you.
You have absolutely spoken my quest, my constant “searching for Beulah,” which was the title I gave to my spiritual autobiography. Beulah means “pleasant land,” and Beulah was a real place for my spiritually tortured childhood and an apt description of heaven that exists for me and for everyone within the home of my/their mind. But you have spoken it so much better, so much more clearly, than ever I could. Wow. And thanks.
Growing up, my parents moved it seems like every three to four months. I'm sure it was less but I was in a new school every school year. The longest I stayed in one place was in high school because it was boarding school. Right after high school my parents moved again. I didn't get my own place until the Air Force. I have had many places to live but home was always where my Mom was. She's gone now and home is with my family but I'll always be nostalgic for Mom's home. Thanks Heidi this is a Beautiful piece. ❤️🙏
I feel like this is part of my quest. Last year I drove up to Vermont with my family to my old hometown for the memorial service of a dear friend. Inexplicably, when I saw the "Welcome to Vermont" sign at the border, my body seemed to relax. It was as if it was home again, even though I have not lived in VT since early 2009. Now I am wondering about moving back one day, or to maine, or New Mexico. I live in New Haven, CT and it doesn't really feel like "home" still..
What if “home” isn’t safe but filled with fear? I ran from it, crossed the ocean, and still feel like I belong nowhere. Maybe I should build my own “home,” a place where I can be myself and welcome others to see who I truly am. Anyway, welcome home, Heidi.
Thank you for sharing this, Jeremiah - I am sorry for the fear and need to RUN away, and still feeling you belong nowhere. I think many people feel like this and I'm glad you have spoken for them, here. Thich Nhat Hanh says we should pray, "I have arrived, I am home" with every breath, but it is SO not easy. Blessings to you.
You have absolutely spoken my quest, my constant “searching for Beulah,” which was the title I gave to my spiritual autobiography. Beulah means “pleasant land,” and Beulah was a real place for my spiritually tortured childhood and an apt description of heaven that exists for me and for everyone within the home of my/their mind. But you have spoken it so much better, so much more clearly, than ever I could. Wow. And thanks.
Growing up, my parents moved it seems like every three to four months. I'm sure it was less but I was in a new school every school year. The longest I stayed in one place was in high school because it was boarding school. Right after high school my parents moved again. I didn't get my own place until the Air Force. I have had many places to live but home was always where my Mom was. She's gone now and home is with my family but I'll always be nostalgic for Mom's home. Thanks Heidi this is a Beautiful piece. ❤️🙏
Love your opening quote -- Simone Weil. I find her life fascinating! Also, her brother was a world famous math genius.
I feel like this is part of my quest. Last year I drove up to Vermont with my family to my old hometown for the memorial service of a dear friend. Inexplicably, when I saw the "Welcome to Vermont" sign at the border, my body seemed to relax. It was as if it was home again, even though I have not lived in VT since early 2009. Now I am wondering about moving back one day, or to maine, or New Mexico. I live in New Haven, CT and it doesn't really feel like "home" still..