CATEGORY: HIP SPIRIT DATE: OCTOBER 3, 2025
With a steaming mug of hot herbs in my quiet enclave it is wisdom I seek.
In the Security of Love … it is in this Divineness that we find our Self at home for there’s No Place Like Love … of course y’all know this!
For a sense of belonging humans will search the world over. Our walking shoes take us to the south corner to see if there might be a dwelling that can offer up solace for our weariness. With our walking stick in hand we traverse the uneven paths around the north corner, looking for a domicile of consolation for our sadness. Our walking maps have us crisscrossing the western corner hoping to wander upon a supportive residence amongst the tangles that will offer cheer to replace our worry. Our walking compass directs us around about the east corner, where surely there is a comforting abode that will invite us to stop our perpetual seeking of security.
Our true feelings of being rooted will always come from our heart-hearth. There is nothing that will restore confidence faster and more fully than LOVE. A thoughtful observation of this our heart-hearth, which is the very core of our being, will reveal the continuity of life and in this knowledge, in this love, there is security. This will hold true everywhere we physically roam, because we all know we take ourselves on all those home-finding trips.
Once we know, like we know, like we know that our home vernacular is always love, then whatever house and community we choose to abide in will be wrapped in the security of love, encouraging a cozy sense of place, giving us great blessings, joy, and security.
No matter if you choose Cape Cod, Victorian, Tee Pee, Igloo, Ranch, Bungalow, Neoclassical, Treehouse, or you’re at home tramping around the country in the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile, always remember there’s No Place Like Love, even for a Hotdogger.
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