Spiritual Insight, Spiritual Teaching

Oops! I did it again! Looking for Home in All the Old Places

I receive strong visions, and very clear messages.  But like anyone, my ego often wants to over ride those messages and live life my way.

I have felt called to move and to travel all over this country since the age of 18,  and it’s funny, but I still resist it.  You would think by now I would have accepted it.

Some people envy the travel I have done.  Some people wish they had the courage to move just once on their own.  Some people are inspired by it.

I am learning to embrace who I am and why I am here.  But like anyone, I sometimes wish my life looked different.  I am capable of going, going, going.  But I am also  a homebody.  I love to fix up my place, crawl under the covers and do my work from there.

I have always had this incredible love of homes.  I love realtor.com.  I look at houses in my spare time.

I found another one recently.  Not just another house.  This was one of those ‘this is IT’ houses.  Perfect place, sacred site, room for guests.  Room to teach,  heal, inspire  and help others reconnect with nature.  Many acres and even more bedrooms.  I loved it.  I wanted it.  I wanted to ‘come home!’

Have you read my blog, “It’s Raining Birds?”  Yep.  Same place.  Trying to make something happen, even though it was already made clear to me to let it go.

The ‘home’ thing has been a lesson I have been learning all along.  I am ‘at home’ where ever I go.  Home is inside me.  And in nature, I am always home.  On Mother Earth, I am home.  In love, I am home.

I give ‘home’ to people I meet.  I make them feel comfortable and I love them.

My home, or I should say the place where I live right now, is an apartment near an exit off Interstate 4.

But my real home is anytime I am with the ones I love and anytime I am in nature.  That’s home to me.

So I will listen to Spirit.  I will wait patiently for the visions they do give me to come to pass.  I will answer the callings they have placed in my heart and I will remember who I am and why I am here.

Until the next time I am up late looking at houses on realtor.com…

At home, in love,

Cat

 The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.  – Maya Angelou

 

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