Home is something that we all long for and very few ever find, truly.
Some people like me, have always known a place that they define as home.
Others spend their entire lives searching for it.
For me, the concept of home has expanded and now has multiple layers and textures.
This week I am a little late writing this.
Primarily because of its topic but also because a deep magic is at play.
‘Ecosystem’ is one of my favourite words.
The etymology of the word ‘eco’ comes from the Greek oikos, meaning ‘home’.
Home is where our family reside.
And family can and do take many forms.
I sit here writing this in the place of my dreams.
I sit here in a house that was built by the voice of a land that has been calling me ‘home’ since I was six years old.
I sit here crying tears of grace for the ‘tough bliss’ of a long journey, walked well (most of the time anyway…).
I sit here in a beautiful house made of glass, wood and love in the mountains of Colorado; the place of my birth; the place I left over 35 years ago; my heart home that has finally become my body, mind and soul home.
This storyhack is an extract from one of the ‘hidden chapters’ in Tough Bliss: Restorying Life.
I believe that deep down, humans all have a longing to feel connected and at home. Returning to the nurturing embrace of our living, breathing planet helps us remember what ‘home’ really means.