How could I Ieave it like that? With the posting of those last words? She’s gone? Yes, she was gone. But the woman who wrote those words, and all words before it, eventually found her way forward despite hardship, despite anger, despite grief. Since then much has transpired and this life continues on in Wales.
We all have different ways and we do the best we can to find our way forward through times of great strife. How? We come together. And then? We heal one another. And in the healing we find our way home. How? Through love. Love is home and love is at home always waiting for us and willing to receive us with acceptance, with open arms, and with the deepest of recognition. Home takes us in without question without judging who how where why or when.
Home. How to find where we belong? How do we recognise home? To find that belonging is a blessing in itself. And once we find it we will know, deep within the very essence of our being, that this is indeed where we belong. It can be that we find our true belonging beyond the family we were born to. Or we may find our true belonging with a person we never imagined in our wildest of dreams even when we were brave enough to allow ourselves the freedom to dream wild dreams.
At first, there may be difficulties to overcome. If so, they can be overcome with courage and determination as we discover that in belonging there is both comfort and great freedom offered. And then, there we are - finding ourselves finally with the family or the person, the one or ones who are ready to embrace us, accept us, to lift us and support us for who we are and for all we are. With them we find our belonging no matter how odd or unconventional that belonging may seem to the world beyond. With them we build the foundations of our future.
With the belonging our true home is created. Home takes us in. Home nurtures us closely and allows us to fly free at the same time. In finding our way home we find our way to that which will always sustain us – love. Always love. Always sustaining. That is what it is about. Love. That is what it always comes to. Love. From beginning to end. Love. Always returning home, is love.
Oh Susanne! You're back! How many times over the last few years have I checked in to see you, worried because you weren't there, and left with a sigh and a hope that you'd return sometime. And you have.
I won't pretend to understand what you've been through or what's going on at the moment, but it all sounds momentous. All I can say is, I'm so happy to see you've been in here, and ... Welcome back?
Posted by: Croila.wordpress.com | 14 December 2013 at 01:55 AM