As I ponder on the meaning of Home
I notice the universal sound, Om.
Om, Sweet Om – When do we get to go home?
Is Om, the sound of our universe, Home?
However hard we try, some places will never feel like home.
And sometimes we stumble upon a place and our heart sings: OM!!!!!!
I guess a place feels like home when we feel at peace with ourselves and the world by just… being there.
Could it be that once we are at peace with ourselves and the world around us, then we will feel at home everywhere we go? This fuzzy, homely feeling will be with us, for good?
I do think so.
She was waiting for her next patient to settle. While she was reading across her notes, the woman was lying prone on the table, with blocks supporting her hips. She could see that her legs weren’t quite straight as she noticed that her feet were not quite next to each other.
She started to apply pressure on the lower back of the patient. The woman’s body tensed up instantly and she let out a noise.