I remember in my twenties moving several thousand miles away from home. Oh, I suppose I never did things easily – the fearless explorer in me ever-compelled by the prospect of a newfound adventure.

As an outsider looking in, you would have assumed I had all the boldness of an untamed pony. I was self-assured, confident – my excitement bubbling over to every conversation. In the months leading up, I made lists… purchased ‘necessities’. I spent hours dreaming endlessly of all those stones, yet to be turned.

In my mind, I thought I was ‘ready’ – though, are any of us ever ready to leave those comforts of home?

There’s a material simplicity to our lives that comes by way of routine and knowing. We wake each day, reach for our favorite mug – and assume our faithful post against the window. We may watch the children play, or take note of the garden’s newest growth.

Though, what happens when our routine is disrupted? What happens when we lose touch with the ease of simplicity?

For me, I felt the weight of my own stories – “this isn’t home” or, worse yet – “Why am I here?”

Sadly, I allowed these minor disruptions to intrude upon my inner peace. In doing so, I closed myself off from joy.

The author William Blake once wrote:

“He who binds to himself a joy
Does the wingèd life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.”

There’s a gentle flow to these lines, perhaps from the experience of knowing – that when we create attachment, we find ourselves the teared to a single moment.

We lose our sense of “home”.

Though, for he who kisses joy as it flies…lives forever in eternity’s softened glow.

A little something to consider, my loves –

In peace…

Namaste ❤️