What it means to be home
“Home is where the heart is.”
“Everywhere you go, there you are.”
Now, before you start thinking I’m about to list out several more adages you may likely find embroidered on a pillow, let me say that these two sayings often resonate because they’re true.
The past few months I’ve been traveling out of state and noticing how much I love to travel to other places, and yet how much I also cherish returning home. The common denominator of course is me. My spirit, my body, my heart. This is the same for all of us, right?
As I have visited with friends at their homes, I have felt deeply nourished not only by our human connection, but also by the beauty of receiving a deeper glimpse into who they are by and through what they bring to their environs. There’s a deep sense of place, and of making it your own.
Celtic history abounds with lyrical devotion to the concept of place. This heritage reveals itself in modern day, too. When I traveled by bicycle for several weeks throughout County Cork (where the Noonans are from) awhile back, I was struck by how truly welcoming the Irish were to me and to all of us traveling through their towns. Several Irish locals told me that they love helping Irish Americans find out more about their ancestry. Many took out time in earnest to help me learn that the Noonans come from the nearby town of Fermoy. Their desire to help me find my roots was loving and strong.
When we were there, each of the townships was vying for the coveted “Tidy Town Award.” We smiled big smiles whenever we’d see a local shop owner delicately sprucing up a flower box, or hand polishing a brass railing, or sweeping up with pride the sidewalk in front of their shop.
When traveling a lot on business years ago, I used to always travel with a particular candle in a small travel container. I liked the idea of making an unfamiliar place feel and be more familiar. I found the warm glow and the inviting scent wafting throughout the space to be calming and grounding. Now that I am traveling again, perhaps I will bring something new with me this next time.
For me, it’s returning to a view of sunsets along the Pacific ocean that tells me I’m home. Although, it’s not as if I have ever truly left. Home is where my heart is. And it’s all okay. Very much okay.
For your consideration:
Meditate on the word “home.”
Make “home” your mantra for this moon cycle.
Allow all the possibilities, all the meanings, to come to the surface. Allow yourself to be surprised!
Jot down the words, the phrases, the messages. Draw or paint the incoming images.
Notice what’s around you when you open your eyes.
Be inspired and take action on what is revealed.
Okay, your turn:
What part of home do you take with you everywhere you go? What’s your favorite part about coming back home? What makes it so?
I invite you to share your thoughts, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

Inner, outer, and back again




For 2019, I’m feeling into connection as my dream theme. Accordingly, my year will be guided by my connection to the divine, and to myself, to my loved ones, to my community, and to my values and convictions. Yes, I’ll also come up with focus points and lists of what I desire to bring into form throughout the year. And, I’ll likely have a list (or several) of action items for various parts of my life. Those will be anchored, though, if you will, and stem from, my dream theme. Whenever I feel off track, I’ll make the appropriate 

I’m talking about a depth of flavors and sensory pleasures, not unlike a savory pot of wildly aromatic boeuf bourguignon simmering on the stove on a cool autumn evening. Or, the richness of sipping ever so slowly from a cup of hot cocoa.
“Oh, but, there’s always the risk of there being TOO much richness,” you may be exclaiming. Maybe that’s true when it comes to food and beverages. It’s not so true, though, when it comes to living a full and enriching life. A well-lived life means having a depth of experiences. It’s not best lived at the surface level. A shallowly lived life is as bland as a soup without salt or pepper.

None of this is to say, of course, that without the unparalleled coordination and carefully orchestrated efforts of the expert cave divers and other rescue volunteers and medical personnel, this group would have made it out safely. All the individuals involved with their rescue (including one former Thai navy Seal who lost his life) are due a profound debt of gratitude, respect, and honor. It’s beautiful to see all this humanity working together. It is also, however, to acknowledge that more than physics, technology, and biology were at work here. As the monk’s training and meditation exemplify, it was heart, mind and soul over matter. And it all mattered.
We all remember being asked the question when we were young: What do you want to be when you grow up? Me: a philosopher. I didn’t hear anyone around me saying that they wanted to be that. It wasn’t exactly listed anywhere as a possible career track. That didn’t matter to me. If it was needed, and served a purpose, why couldn’t it be an occupation?