You need to go places where your heart and your body feel lush. Where are you pulled as if by some gravitational pull? Where do you shine as if illuminated from within? Where that is, go there.
“The earth is my sister. I love her daily grace, her silent daring and how loved I am.”
I have heard the prayers of Buddhists, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Wiccans, Shamans, and Pagans and those who do not identify with any religion. And beneath all the traditions and cultures, and prayers of thanks and need, I heard the same echo, ‘We all just want to go home.”
We are all lost without a sense of home. Home is a sense of belonging, of remembering and being remembered, of being put back together again when our journeys into the world have fractured and fragmented our sense of self.
I don’t know why different places on the earth speak specifically to different people. I don’t know why but I believe for each of us there is one place on earth where our hearts and our bodies are mended and renewed. We need to find and go to these places if we are to learn how to dance.
How can we recognize the places that teach us how to dance? By the way they let us sit still. No planning, no thinking, no talking… just looking, breathing, and sipping tea. To live deeper we have to go to the places that help us find a slower rhythm. But simply going to these places is not enough. We have to let them touch us, change us, speak to us.
This is what home is; not only a place that we remember, but a place that remember us, even if we’ve never been there before. Home is that place that holds an essential piece of you in trust, waiting for you to return when you go out into other places in the world, as you must.
CITE: Oriah Mountain Dreamer (2001). The Dance: Moving to the Rhythms of Your True Self. San Francisco: Harper Collins Publishing, Inc.