What determines the feeling of home, that feeling of comfort to relax and just be yourself? Is it truly the place, or is it a mind set? It would be hard to argue that memory isn’t involved. The feeling of familiar surroundings continually reenforced. A safe place of predictability. The floor that creaks, and the view from the window. There must be more to it than just an accumulation of memories producing reliability, right? Knowing what awaits, is the luxury of home. Plop on the couch and your comfort is complete. It doesn’t get much more normal than that. But also quite limiting. If feeling at home with the freedom and comfort to be, is conditional, then what gets in the way and why?
Would it be too much to say, our level of stability is determined by our comfort within? And what could this comfort depend on? Could it be how we see ourself floats our boat or sinks it? This is so easy to prove. See how our emotional stability swings to our own self-judgment. Look at how we imagine others see us and take it as the truth, then find out we had it all wrong. Knowing this, is it likely that we are truly capable of judging ourselves correctly? One step further, is the pure innocence we are born with, the foundation of our truth? Reality says yes, but innocence is brought into question through conditioning and false belief. Like shallow roots, our tree grows weary, stunted by a darkened thought, I am not enough. Survival chimes in with the theme of escape. Escape from a belief amplified by the naivety of a child’s mind, to be the worst case scenario, death. The stillness in our heart grows anxious as our own acceptance is brought into question. Death looms heavy where the light is dim, yet the fullness of life stands ready with only our willingness to see innocence. In the deep roots within, is the breath of life known eternal. Knowing only life, fear is revealed to be causeless and fades to nothing.
Our attempt to find comfort in the world is driven by our feeling of discomfort within. Self-rejection is the separation of home felt, and it is felt as lack. Comfort isn’t held by self-judgment, no matter the heights it travels. The comfort of home dawns as creation, onto itself. Not of itself, but as itself. Purity ring’s in the ear that is, itself. Freedom calls on only one condition, “judge-not”. We hold the power of free-will, but we do not have the awareness for judgment. We can use our willingness to step away from self-judgment, to see a path that leads to life. Life through a child’s eyes is full of joy and wonder. Life filtered through false beliefs becomes heavy and full of doubt. Guilt is the fetter that imprisons us in the name of ignorance. Open yourself to know, that you don’t know, and begin your journey home. Kindness is well deserved, but not because of anything. Love reveals itself as free, where conditions melt away to see, only innocence, could you ever be…