“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”– Maya Angelou
Home is fundamentally a place of being. It ought to be a place of comfort, safety and welcome, regardless of its geographic location. A city loft or a country cabin can equally be called home, depending on the quality of living therein. Likewise, it matters not if you live alone or with others. Any abode can be quickly transmuted into a home.
But don’t be fooled. A dwelling doesn’t become a home by default. The atmosphere of home is generated by virtue of a relaxed and reverent attitude in living. A home – free of fear, unperturbed by avarice – is not a function of interior design but of divine design, that is, of living in accordance with the natural, eternal laws of being.
Just as perfect love casts out all fear, perfect appreciation expunges all greed. In perfect love and constant thanksgiving both fear and greed are left outside of one’s heart and by consequence, one’s home.
There are very few places on earth where home has truly been established. You can either meet this fact with dismay or a renewed sense of challenge to overcome the inertia of the human state.
Which shall it be?