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Come Home to Your Self

March 17, 2021

Come Home to Your Self

By Amba Gale

There are journeys we must take. As thinking beings, they are part of our “required curriculum.” Connecting with our authenticity, our purpose in life, our gifts, and what gives us meaning is one of them.

During this unprecedented time on earth, when the very ground we are used to standing on so solidly is shifting each day, where our time for traveling outward is restricted, we come to find that the old shorelines that used to mark our way are no longer available to guide us. Now, it is time to take another kind of journey, one that takes us inward. In that place of wisdom, and of silence, we find that our heart, indeed, already knows the way, the way into the future that is ours to unfold. When we stop long enough, with ourselves, and with wise and loving others, and we get still enough, we can listen deeply, discerning the nature of our essence, our core, that which gives us meaning in life. We find our rudder. From there, it is easy to design our life. From there, we can hear the horizons that are calling to us.

Here, we can hear the voice that calls our name to “come home.” We can begin to both see and declare the environments, the stands that are ours to take, the missions that are ours to fulfill, and are a call to aliveness, both for us and the planet. We can discern and author a design for our life path that has integrity, and, most of all, meaning, and that brings us fully alive, where our purpose for being can meet the world. When we design our life from our essence, where inner and outer correspond, our life becomes a clarion call for inspired action.

The Joy of Being, allows for such a conversation. Here, we have room for spaciousness, for silence, for going deep within, for having the quality of conversations with ourselves that make a difference. We engage profound questions which allows us to discern our unique thread, the one thread we each must follow as we move through the world, fulfilling our purpose for being. We design and paint the colors of our life from that thread.

While I wrote the poem, “Where Lake Meets Sky” long before a pandemic took over our lives, the ultimate demand of the poem, in the last line, may just be what our journey is all about.

I invite you, with my whole heart, to “come home to your Self.”

Explore more about The Joy of Being here

 

Where Lake Meets Sky

From the book, Crossing Thresholds, Island Reflections
By Amba Gale

Look beyond yourself.

Look first to the farthest horizon where
lake meets sky,
and then, even further.

Take
one easy paddle towards that horizon
and notice
how the wake appears,
then disappears,
behind you.

Pilgrim,
You must not go back.

Only the open lake
in front of you
with no shoreline to mark your way.

Listen with your heart.
Your heart knows the way.

“The happy heart is true,”
St Brigid speaks.

Follow your joy.

I know you can live wholeheartedly,
that you can be who you choose to be.

I know
That you can paint your life
with the palette colors of your choice.

I know that you are the artist of your life.

Listen,
and paddle towards your Voice
calling to you
from across the lake,

from the endless horizon where
lake meets sky,
from the eternal
Infinite
Possibility
of All – That – Is,

the Voice that calls you by your name.

Come home to your Self.

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