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Home is Where the Heart is
Did you ever feel like an orphan when you were a child?
When I was a small boy, I used to lay in the grass outside my bedroom, look up at the sky, and think one basic thought: “I want to go home.”
Though my parents tried their best to love me (allowance! grilled cheese! dog!), I was certain I came from somewhere else. I felt like an orphan. It wasn’t that I was unhappy. I wasn’t. I just felt displaced.
As I grew up and translated my boyish sky-prayers into a more classical spiritual quest, I began to notice a pattern in the books I read. Beyond the jargon and the all-too-common habit of implying that their way was the only way, a central theme was emerging — the home I was looking for was within me.
My unquenchable thirst to have the experience of arriving was not going to be a matter of traveling to exotic places. It was going to be a matter of finding home inside myself.
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