We all have preconceived ideas about what home is but can we broaden our perspective?
I used to have images of cosines and warmth in the company of those I loved when I thought of home.
That fuzzy feeling originated from the heart not my mind. Having been taught to think everything to oblivion, I never gave my heart any credit.
I always felt that feelings were thoughts and vice versa. That I was enslaved to everything and every way I thought about everything.
That the brain was the centre of all my functionality and without my rationality, I was not whole.
A lot of us resonate with this kind of thought processing. But is it our idea?
Was it imposed upon us by well-meaning people who had equally inherited the idea from someone else?
This is the root of conditioning; it goes down generations until one generation realises that the ideas are not theirs. That they are living by someone else’s book. Which isn’t living at all!
These generations then start rebelling in a bid to take charge of their destinies.
But is this all necessary?
Not really if we were not schooled out of our true nature. The nature of responding to our needs depending to how we authentically felt.
None of the systems will work in their current format if we reverted to working from the heart- feelings.
The language of the heart is the only tangible language that we have as humans.
In the west, most of the languages do not include feelings; they are designed for the rational mind. Indigenous languages have a sort of rhythmic playful feel that encourages the heart to take its place in the way they live their lives.
Not only are we schooled out of feeling honestly but also are disadvantaged from connecting to our higher selves by the languages.
But there is always a way back Home?
Like in a children’s story of Hensel and Gretel, they are breadcrumbs left on the trail for those open enough to see. All you need is an openness or curiosity to take the trail of the heart and see where it will lead you.
It is usually easy to open up if you do or be things that you enjoy. Have you ever really watched what happens to the way you feel when you are listening to your favourite song? Fall in Love?
That is your heart at the centre of these feeling expressed in what we call emotions. All we have to learn is to embrace them – to feel fully. Without rituals or dogmas; just simple feeling.
Children are masters of this as they have not taken on ideas fully from their environments. They cry when they want to cry, laugh to their fullest expression etcetera. Expressing what they feel at any given moment makes them healthier not only emotionally but also otherwise.
Be curious like a child
Our true power lies in being authentic in what we feel. Feelings are the language of the heart. A HEART is the only way we have to connect to source. That is the only way we can live a full and optimal life.
Rumi knew how to encapsulate the confusion; enjoy this poem!
Whoever Brought Me Here
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All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Find your trail today to your heart. You have the breadcrumbs; open your eyes to all possibilities to see it.
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