Tuesday, July 9, 2013

"God is at home. It is we who have gone for a walk." - Meister Eckhart

You know you're not in Australia anymore when you look up to the night sky and see the north star. Polaris can't be seen in the southern hemisphere--a fact that Dave reminded me of as we sat in our L.A. friends' backyard jacuzzi.

We're in L.A. after the sci-fi event of leaving Brisbane on Tuesday morning and--after a long, full day of travel--arriving in California on the same day.

When I checked in as "at the L.A. airport" on Facebook, people chimed in, "Welcome home!"

And I wonder:  Are we home?

When you don't have a house, where is home?

We've been living a traveling life for just over a month now. In the past when I felt a tinge of home-sickness while on the road, I could think of my house, which would grant me a sense of comfort, of grounding.  Now I must think of my inner home for that same feeling.

So perhaps I'm learning in deeper and deeper ways that home is truly inside.  It's a vast home.  It's the north star of the heart.

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