Coming Home to Yourself

Lately I have been so excited about the beauty and truth in poetry. Little snippets here and there keep landing on me like a cool drop of rain hitting my skin on a hot summer afternoon: unexpected, a quick shiver, a sigh of yes, a feeling of delight.

Today the line that struck me is from a poem (or blessing) by John O’Donohue, called On Waking, from his book To Bless the Space Between Us. The whole blessing is as follows:

I give thanks for arriving
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life.
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.

The line I am repeating to myself is:

To feel at home
In my life

This is what I want. This is the feeling I am after. To feel at home in our life is what I think we all want. As I go along in life, in coaching, in opening to myself, more and more I do feel at home in my life.

What is home? Good question. For me, home is belonging, home is feeling safe, home is love, home is everything good and true in life.

What is home for you? Do you feel at home in your life? How could you feel more at home in your life?


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