Where you can breath again,
Where you can sing again
Where you can cry again
Where you can live again,
Where you can laugh again
Where you can love again,
Where even your corniest jokes have your audience keeling over
Where you're always right, even when you're wrong
Where no ordinance can be enforced unless you will it
Ugo Agoruah
What does it truly mean to be home? I've been contemplating the idea of home for the past couple of weeks now, yet, every time I've come to write on my feelings of "home," I find myself at a loss for words. I don't know exactly how to articulate my sentiments on what "home" is. The more I put thought into it, the more daunting the task of writing on the subject feels and the more I question whether I've ever really experienced the feeling of "home". I've got to find a way to push through..
My musings bring me to mediflect on the phrase, "Home is where the heart is,"
The question that comes to mind now is, "where exactly is the heart?" Literally speaking, the heart is within us. Metaphorically, I can't say it's much different. That which is within our being is something that was created perfectly. Something that is complete. We came into this world with everything that we need in order to reach our perfect end. Our natural inclinations, our gifts, our unadulterated desires, our capacity to love, to forgive, and even to hate... These things are all present in the heart. I've found that identifying these are paramount in finding what it means to truly be home. In bringing myself into accordance with this, it's become much easier to feel that peace of home, wherever I may find myself.
It wasn't easy for me to start bringing myself in alignment with my heart. There were restless nights, shed tears, denial of personal truths. There were days that I didn't feel welcomed in even my own body. It took a lot of self study to get to where I am now, and I still have a ways to go, but knowing what it is that my heart holds a place for has made the idea of reaching my perfect end that much more attainable.
So the question I pose to you now is,
Where is your heart?
Ugo Agoruah
