Come Home to Yourself

I thought it was about time to write a blog titled with the tag line of this page.

Come Home to Yourself.

I’m finding that today, it means something different than my original intent.

Today I mean to say, you can come home to the safety within, even when you’ve traveled far away from there for too long.

For a period of time, I felt like I’d disappeared. The parts of me that liked to laugh and be silly. The parts of me that felt worthwhile.

I’d walked through hell’s valleys for too long, and my skin seemed to be stained with ash and sut.

I wondered if I would ever be myself again, or if a ‘new me’ would emerge.

I’m coming together as old, new, and weathered and refreshed all in one.

I remember the aching in my bones as I dragged my body through those valleys. I also feel the life inside those bones, rebuilding and remembering joy and vitality.

My personality is awakening, witty banter emerging from within like a newly erupted spring.

And I think, ‘Oh, there I am.’

I’m coming home…

To my personality. My fun. My playfulness.

Finding importance in the trivial things in life reminds me that I’m alive, I’m a ‘me’.

I’ve never been more grateful to care about silly things. Which barrettes to wear today, whether my outfit was put together well.

I’m coming home with stories woven into my flesh of where I’ve been, how I’ve healed, and with new eyes to see the world.

I’m thankful for these eyes, and this flesh, and all the parts of me that are coming together to rebuild and reawaken.

If you’ve been away for too long, make your way back home. Slow or fast, whatever works. Home is waiting for you. The parts of you that are full of wonder and joy are alive and well. They’ll welcome you with open arms.

And I’ll see you there.

<3,

Heba