Homeschool

Home is surely where the heart is: in the body yet of the mind.

Where lost souls seek and those soul searching, find.

There was a time when I thought home was something to be found in the physical,

then it occurred to me that this home sweet home was certainly more whimsical.

Knowing at the very least, that it's essence was nostalgic, pungent, and quintessential,

yet coming to find that home was the immaculate conception of the heart and mind birthing all things sentimental.

To my surprise: home was not my mother nor my father, siblings nor any pastime reference from childhood,

but the lessons that became lesions and wounds that promise to heal only after being understood.

The grapple for a tangible house, family structure and emotional support animal,

soon became insufficient parables separating from themselves like mandibles.

Often associating home with a familiar scent, a loved one's touch, or a sighting that we have seen before,

it's these fleeting favorites glancing back at us that redirect our attention to an inner corridor.

The journey of following this winding road of yellow brick with a spare portion of courage, oil, and straw,

now seemingly became increasingly evident and crystal clear without flaw.

That such a landmark appointed and accredited to each soul could vary so vastly in range,

yet soothe the desire, appease the appetite and feed the soul of similar hunger pang.

Home was now an innuendo of trivial and transitional forces,

shapeshifting while attempting to peer into new windows as a student of life's courses.

Until it dawned on me that home was the ever evolving authenticity, belonging, and commitment to self,

that creature comforts could only sustain given one's overall health.

It is the treasure buried deep within us all known as hidden talents realized,

and answers to estranged questions like a ship lost out at sea returning to shore or a sail turned upright after being capsized.

It is the full occupancy, utility, and capacity of one's highest potential,

the bestowing of our gifts upon others that transforms us from human into something transcendental.

It is the solace we experience knowing we are obtaining our heart's desires while on this earth,

and our due diligence exercised in such an undeniable fashion that it cuts cord, binds spell and breaks curse.

It is the remembrance of ourselves and the fastening of our past lives with the present as we engage in soul retrieval,

and the divine order that sets in once the dust settles from organized chaos after much upheaval.

It is the birthplace of eminent, efficient and endless emoting of compassion, patience, kindness and grace,

not to mention, the solitude we retreat to at any given time we require the sacred space.

It is mystery, mysticism and metaphysical realism put into perspective until we understand the inner and outer workings of the Youniverse,

notwithstanding, all that exudes itself tirelessly in our direction: over giving, over committing, and submitting overtime, as does the night nurse.

It is the vortex from which our ancestors call after us if ever we veer too far off the path beaten for descendants,

as well as, the initiator of the crest and the trough of waves before the tide spikes and our waters become ascendant.

It is unheard of to return to this Homeland as we once were: unmatched, untamed, unscathed,

following the toil and labor of relentless battle: it is that which welcomes us into it's quarters once groomed, shaved, and bathed.

It is the magnificence in which we revel knowing this enigma is awaiting our arrival and just as eager for celebration,

it stands as the courthouse that presides over our soul's contract, regarding those faults while on our soul's journey with fairness, mercy and justification.

So look no further than the eyes can see for validation outside one's existence,

and be fulfilled by the souvenirs of the soul as we develop the senses to acknowledge them from a distance.

Welcome Home, Heart, Hearth, Harmony.