It's funny how life flings up metaphors.
I've been away for a few days. And however good the experience, it's not 'home'. All day today has been decompression. Right now there is nothing as attractive as my own bed.And this is the the same with residing as Awareness. It becomes the place I want to operate from, to return to, to rest in.
The beauty, of course is I can't leave awareness, I can just think, feel and act as thought that were possible.
Have you noticed that feeling of home?
With Love, Sara
