No Place Like Home

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Today through Jamie's book club exploration of 12 Secret of Creative Women we are asked to explore and introduce our guides.

Before I go into the history of my guides, I have to acknowledge the most important guidance I am getting right now. And that is each and every one of YOU! Your stories, your explorations, your processes, your insights, your art has both inspired and light-ened my life in so many ways. Through your comments you have given selflessly of your support, encouragement and guidance; and for all this I am truly and deeply grateful.

Guidance often is this subtle whispering in our heads. It might wake us in the middle of the night with its constant nattering until we yield. Our spirit guides, our higher selves, our connections to the Universal whole are our constant companions.

When we are children, we are greatly attached and in tune with those. They speak to us more clearly before the cacophony of this world drowns them out. Before we are told there is no such thing as "imaginary friends". Before the supercilious voice of society starts to mock us and dictate our every move, we are in touch with that "magic" that guides us and comforts us. Then we walk around missing something greatly without knowing what, searching for something to replace it. Religion, philosophy, amusement, anything. But that void cannot be filled, because it is not there.

My guides never left me. I lost the ability to hear them. I lost my way. Like Dorothy, I was swept up by the whirlwind of this life and all its impositions and transported into a place that held enchantment and treachery. I cascaded in my quest to find the answers through religions, through books like I Ching, through tools like Tarot, through the Zen voices in the trees. And they have been helpful and trustworthy companions. They have been loyal guides who have taken me to other sources, and other theories. Yet, there was something inside me that cried.

Like Dorothy, I had the answer in me the whole time. The sparkling crystal-red shoes inside me, who have been pushing me to hear again. To see again. To feel again. My true guides. The ones who came with me into this world, and the ones who will help me leave it.

With our reunion, I have lost fear. I have lost that deep ache, that inconsolable sadness, that feeling of hopeless desperation. They have been replaced with a joy for every magical moment on this earth, a wisdom to accept the lessons this life has to teach me, and to let go of the pain, a humbling of my ego that was fed by this temporal world to believe it knows everything.

All these treasures lie inside of me, and beyond me but connected by the umbilical cord of the soul. The spirit connection to the mother Universe who speaks to us through wind, and water, through animals and crackling fire.

These are the treasures that lie inside of you. May you find them, and if you have found them, may you hold onto to them tightly and cherish them.

Because.

There is no place like home.


Blessed be :)