Home
By Tilia Giron, Chaplain, RScP
Coming home?
Where is home?
What is home?
I have to tell you for so many decades of my life I did not know. Oh, yes, I can tell you the literal definition of home and give you upteen descriptions of home probably in more than one language. But did I know in my heart what was home?
No, I cannot say I did.
Truthfully, I thought – negative – I did not even think, I believe there was a visceral reaction within my physical and emotional body that perceived home as outside of myself – as approval from others, perhaps, as accomplishment, as completion of so many tasks, of taking care of others. But, truthfully, although I knew on the spiritual and intellectual level that home resided in the heart, I cannot say I lived that way, day-to-day from my heart.
No, only now, do I know, know as within my soul that home lies within me. It lies within my center of beingness, It lies within my heart.
And, so, it is that I call myself home. I call myself to myself and I call within myself home. And, then, I know that within my own center sacred lies the indwellingness that I have been seeking all my life, only been as an ol’ song says, “looking in all the wrong places.” Now, I know it lies within the center of my heart and my heart lies within the center of my Godness, there I am home. May we know the loving home within, may we always know.