Home in Your Heart

As the major shifts and tidal waves of this Summer Solstice begin to settle and life transforms from out of control chaos to self created chaos. I find myself teaching my son the first lesson of a nomadic lifestyle. Home is where the heart is, and the heart is in this body. As we have traveled between Oregon and Washington I have held my son and soothed him as he cries grieving as we leave what he knows as home or it dissolves completely in the case of tent camping. I find myself in tears or close to tears often as I hold my dearest loved ones wondering if this will be the last hug for many Moons or Suns. I find myself in moments of sorrow forgetting that home is here in my body as I question what is home. I keep saying I am flying back home, for that is where I was born. Yet, I am leaving all that I know as home. Then, through the tears comes the laughter and I remember we are all home. Here in our bodies. This vessel that we have been gifted is our Temple our Home. No matter where we go, or what we do we will always find ourselves in this body. This home. I have always loved the term nomad no-mad. As my son and I dip our toe into this way of life I understand why nomad. For when your encounters are limited and you never know when might be the next eye gaze, every gaze becomes as precious as gold. Every moment is felt with all of being taking in the sweet nectar of heart connection shared. It is like the coming of autumn as the leaves begin oranges, yellows and red. All that is left is to let go and let the inevitable death of a cycle take its course. If you have ever tenderly touched my heart, there you will always be. I trust that we will find solace there where we first met in heart space.