Belonging
As my much-loved teacher would say, I am a nomad.
A traveler
A traveler from the stars,
still in wonder to find feet on the earth.
A traveler who has carried an aching heart for many long years,
longing for the loved ones so very far away, across Universes.
Longing for those whose hearts are on fire for truth
and who chose aloneness over self- abandonment.
Longing for the placeless state of One.
For the truth of being that spans so many galaxies and stars and emptiness and exploding planets.
I sense many, many more of us are wild travelers at heart, forgotten underneath the roles and fears and exhaustion. Perhaps given freedom for brief moments before returning to what is taken to be life.
Life has its own vast sweep. There is no escape.
The ache of unbelonging is the dynamite for depth and authenticity.
Nothing less will touch the Cosmic thirst.
To hold this void space, without filling it with space junk, takes a great captain.
When I take this body on an adventure,
hurtling through vast deserts,
sweeping mountain sides
and lands unwalked,
this soul awakens.
Soul has no need for routine or structure.
Yet soul took form to navigate all the realms of the personality, the human body, the mind programs, the collective constructs.
Wildness and domestication come face to face.
Most of us give away our life to domestication, whatever disguise it takes. Especially as we age.
Body enfolds in its structures the constant drip of programming; of ancient collective fear programs.
Freedom needs to be a daily re-wilding. A love-affair recommitted with the first breath and the last.
Dismantling the boxes of identity, belonging is such a vast topic.
My whole first book is oriented on the theme of coming home.
What creates belonging? Being in a prolonged state of travel, is a fascinating experiment in “belongings”.
What “belongings do we actually need?
What helps us belong?
If we release “belongings” who are we?
Do “belongings give us any more gravitas in this body
or just add to confused identity?
How much of belonging is shared memories, familiar lands, consensual values?
How much is knowing ourSelf and this knowing is reflected in the face of the stranger,
the bark of the tree,
the wisdom of the stone?
What a deep and wild journey it is to take form and wake to eternity.
With every realization and every falling to sleep, the reflections of the humans around us are diamonds shining the way home.
Love cannot be lost.
It but changes form.
~ Helen’s lifelong experience and dedication is in helping us to come home. Her first book “Coming Home” is available, while the second is being lived and written. She facilitates group meditation and transformational events and guides one-to-one.
~ Join the Soul Circle this Sunday, and a community of fellow travelers exploring aliveness.