Pulling Me Out

I have these weird days where I feel a sense of displacement;

It's almost like I am purposely placed there in the grand rising of the day

To find my way back.

It's in the journey back to self; back home

That I find the juice of what I need to learn,

What I need to embody,

It's not always in the good that I learn best, but sometimes,

when I am just thrown into the wilderness to find my way back.

Along the way; I collect stones,

I learn to make food,

I discover what my body really needs. What it doesn't...

And, because it is so quiet, I learn how loud my mental chatter is

I tell it to "shut up". "Pipe down". "You're a distraction"

It's not ALL just noise; some of it is guidance.

It is through the stillness that I learn what to;

Shut Out, ignore,

Allow to pass through,

Keep as a guiding light in my consciousness.

It calls me to unlock new levels of being every time.

It's an intricate journey, but I am learning to Find My Way Home

Each time, with more tenacity, speed and accuracy.

I have come to enjoy the Journey Back Home every time.