COMING HOME TO SELF
Self realization, the activation of one’s soulful potential, feels like coming home to the truth. The truth of who and what we are, beyond this human experience. The interconnected nature of reality.
A house is not a home unless it is built on the foundation of love… with little sprinkles of your own personal flair through adornments, your favorite food, and items needed for personal self care rituals. When you return home after a long day, you enter a tangible extension of yourself and your passions.
Similarly, home to the divine “Self” is a safe space embellished with the things in this life that make you, you. I’m talking Self with a capital S. Our eternal home to embrace the inner workings of our being; The sweet, formless sensations that bring color your life— love, compassion, awareness, connection.
I speak on my own bad habits when I say that often times my days are spent mindlessly, almost robotically, in a professional routine. A moderately toxic cycle of “doing” that feels weighed down by deadlines, housekeeping, running errands, scrolling on my phone… you get it. It distances you from what really matters, almost like getting lost in an unfamiliar cityscape far from home.
While certain aspects of this numbing cycle of “doing” are fundamental to get by as a functional member of society, coming home to the Self allows us to cultivate appreciation of simply “being” on this earthly realm. Because life really is about the little things!
There is an absolute beauty to this existence, an inherent truth to universal oneness that can be embraced by simply being and observing with loving kindness. Take a look at the ocean, the mountains, the trees, the stars. We are surrounded by so many natural blessings. Coming home to Self is waking up to the interconnectedness of yourself to these little wonders.
This sense of awakening feels like being wrapped in a cozy blanket on a cold night. Freshly showered next to your favorite candle lit, with your favorite vinyl spinning on a record player. A hot chamomile tea in one hand, a heartwarming novel in the other.
I come home to my Self in the act of surrendering to the present, and releasing the weight of the world. Little practices, rituals, and routines that I take part in to come home include meeting my yoga mat, spending time in the ocean, and going on nature walks. These rituals help me enter the flow state of mind, completely enveloped in the present moment, where the key lies that unlocks the door to guide me truly at home within.
There’s something about the uninterrupted focus of these rituals that cleanse my anxiety. That make me realize I was always home, because home is a feeling that lies deeper within the Self.