Coming Home

Sometimes in life we are thrown curveballs

That jeopardise our balance and shake our equilibrium.

We feel tested and we struggle to ‘hold it all together’

We may feel our efforts are a waste of time

And for each heavy step forward

We feel thrown 2 steps back.

In these moments,

we feel alone, isolated, disconnected

Unable to share the heavy burden of our experience.

Here lies magic,

In these seemingly catastrophic moments and events,

When the world feels heavy and colourless

And when your heart starts to break and close in on itself.

For in these moments people will enter into your life

To be there as your heart heals,

As you come home to yourself.

They will be the extended hand reaching out,

The open ear and soft shoulder.

Someone to remember the goodness and joy in the world when you forget,

Someone to carry the candle when it feels dark

Someone to to hold you until your heart can open again.

It is in these moments we find home in another.

The moment the heart is held as it’s dwindling light is restored.

Held as you come home to yourself.

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We are social beings

As humans, we are designed to be part of a tribe

A carefully interwoven community where no man is an island.

As we flow through life together.

Walking each other home.

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We open our hearts to ourselves,

Open our hearts to others

Because,

When our heart is open

Everything we experience

And everywhere we are

Becomes love.

Each moment becomes home.

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