When I told the man upstairs I had had enough, just Enough, He sent me back to Texas. It seemed I was always searching for “home”, either a house or a town, and I knew there was more to the pattern than that. So New Year’s Eve, I was led back to where I had left a piece of me ~ my 19 year old heart nerding it out in business classes at SMU and setting big goals and dreams for myself.
Family, familiarity and UNC called me back to the East Coast after my freshman year of college. When I left Texas, I never felt the same again. A wise and loving friend once told me I was dead inside and truth be told, not always, but sometimes, I was. When I returned to the soil of Texas this month and I reconnected with my own dreams and that young and ambitious 19 year old self ~ that’s when I found home.
Glinda the Good Witch told Dorothy, “Home is a place we all must find. It’s not just a place where you eat or sleep. Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we’re always home, anywhere.” As we enter a new cycle in our lives and in our country, I hope you reflect on where you have been and where you are going and that it be the most beautiful reflection of you.
In love and light always,