Writing is to me, an expression, an interaction of my thoughts and life.
Its evolving into a vehicle, a means, a medium of healing, for myself and everyone else.
I sought meaning and purpose, the reason for existence,for the depth that is life.
The search itself, took new turns and I found new ways, always learning, sometimes
with difficulty, sometimes with ease.
I did read and understand that we’re here to serve,for that is true evolution.
To do good, to grow, to help others shine, and in doing this our souls expand
till one day, the soul on its journey will move on. ‘From Him we come and Him we go to in the end’.
The hardest lesson to learn, for my writing and for me, is that it isn’t about me.
I more I said ‘I’, the more from ego I worked and this would always lead me to hurt.
This isn’t a lone journey, this is definitely not about me. I am like my words,only a means,
a medium of healing , of light and joy.
And no , it isn’t easy.
Doubts about oneself, a fear of the uncertain world, a deeply conditioned belief
for the approval of others, hinders us. Its creates cobwebs on our hearts, hearts that are mirrors.
Mirrors, of goodness and light.
The core is important then. What we naturally do, what we love, is who we are and this
will naturally come forth from us, in small ways and big, without us even knowing it.
And when I looked deep enough, when I asked my friends and family to define me, for what gifts and characteristics flow through me I was surprised and so pleased.
I saw what they saw, I saw me. The me that is not about what work I do,but who I am. Compassionate, deep in faith, nurturing.
And this is true for all of us. Some of us , stop all else, and forget ourselves to help others with their work or health or hobbies.
Some of us, see the beauty in life and want to share it, through words or pictures or paintings. Some create laughter, some impart knowledge, some fix stuff. Our innate nature that steps out and gives. Simply, honestly, beautifully.
This search for purpose in life, for meaning in writing, took me on a great quest,
as I tried to understand all of life, yet all I needed to do ,
was just be myself.(which I was then, for at that point learning was the way)
The way is never defined. Sometimes the work we’re meant to do will find us when its meant to. What we do now, how we learn, how we apply, how we live this moment is important too.
So now, just be, where you are, wholly , fully, without struggle and strife, with yourself and things around.
Learn from this moment, be grateful for it and even if it needs changing, accept it and love it for teaching us this and finally gather the courage to make that change slowly and surely
And you will.
We finally travel to come home.(as all the wise people said and I wondered what that meant)
What is home ?
Home is to be able to leave judgement behind and practice unconditional compassion for ourself and all others.
Home is to be know when the ego talks and when the heart does. To gently listen to the ego and smile at it.
To follow the way of the heart.
The heart is happiest, when it gives. Not for itself, but for goodness sake.
Home is where we forget ourselves and take care of those around.
Home is where we enjoy our tea, and relax in the softness of music.
Home is where we rest, not worried about the world and what people think.
Home is where we invite people in, with warmth and love,
So a journey of searching ends.
A journey of sharing begins.
The words were a tune, some verses, on the song of life. Expression, understanding, knowledge.
The words are now a song, a way of healing, of nurturing and nourishment, for me and for those all around.
We’ve come home, and its a beautiful time.
With much gratitude,