There’s something very familiar in that sense of not quite belonging to the surface of things, of feeling oriented toward something that isn’t immediately visible. What interests me is how that recognition unfolds. Whether it arrives as a sudden revelation, as you describe, or whether it builds more quietly over time, through small moments of attention rather than a single opening.
The idea of ‘home’ is powerful here, though I sometimes wonder if what we call home is less a place we arrive at and more a way of being present to where we already are.
Sara, thank you so much for reading and commenting. You're right. Home is not really a place we can journey to, although the spiritual path often looks like that. In the end we come home to ourselves as presence and beingness. It's only here we are the peace and joy we appear to be searching for 🙏💕
This is deeply moving, Vicky. The way you’ve woven longing into awakening is beautiful—like the ache itself was guiding you home all along. There’s something very comforting in how you turn separation into unity, and it leaves a quiet sense of peace behind after reading.
Thank you, again for your lovely comment on my writing. At the beginning of my own spiritual path I felt so keenly an ache in my heart and it was that which spurred me on. Eventually it softens into present awareness and the ache melts away, leaving oneness with all things 🙏🥰
There’s something very familiar in that sense of not quite belonging to the surface of things, of feeling oriented toward something that isn’t immediately visible. What interests me is how that recognition unfolds. Whether it arrives as a sudden revelation, as you describe, or whether it builds more quietly over time, through small moments of attention rather than a single opening.
The idea of ‘home’ is powerful here, though I sometimes wonder if what we call home is less a place we arrive at and more a way of being present to where we already are.
Sara, thank you so much for reading and commenting. You're right. Home is not really a place we can journey to, although the spiritual path often looks like that. In the end we come home to ourselves as presence and beingness. It's only here we are the peace and joy we appear to be searching for 🙏💕
This is deeply moving, Vicky. The way you’ve woven longing into awakening is beautiful—like the ache itself was guiding you home all along. There’s something very comforting in how you turn separation into unity, and it leaves a quiet sense of peace behind after reading.
Such a Beautiful Confirmation Vickey 💜🤍❤️🙏🕉🥰
Thank you Farid 😊 🙏 💓 🤍🕉
Thank you, again for your lovely comment on my writing. At the beginning of my own spiritual path I felt so keenly an ache in my heart and it was that which spurred me on. Eventually it softens into present awareness and the ache melts away, leaving oneness with all things 🙏🥰