I had a disturbing dream last night. I was trying to get back home, and wound up taking a road that I had never seen. As I followed the unfamiliar path, it became increasingly obvious that it was not taking me in the direction I was trying to go.
In an attempt to use my cell phone GPS, I suddenly could not remember my own address. I tried to talk to someone about it--the people in the dream were nice enough, but uninterested in my plight.
I knew I would get back; it was just a matter of time. The delay was distressing me more than being lost--probably because I've never felt truly lost on Planet Earth.
Home has never been a place for me--it's always been more of a feeling of belonging. But I am finding myself in a "place" that is making me ask myself how we find our way home, when we want to be there.
What's the smallest thing that you will do today to find your way home, or even define what that means for yourself?
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