Homeless Heart by Debbie Broadley
“Home is where the heart is, or is it heart is where the home is?”
A very dear friend said these words to me a few days ago “Homeless Heart”,
asking what they meant to me.
I do life from an energetic point of view so these words connected with my heart chakra
and I immediately felt the wound of the Cosmic Heart.
The hurt and wounded beings, entities and galaxies. The pain and suffering of the ages,
countless eons of destruction and devastation. And most of it in the name of LOVE.
Why are our hearts wandering? Why have they lost their way? Why don’t they know the way home?
Because they don’t know what or where home is, or what home feels like!
If you don’t know where home is, how will you find your way there, unless by chance.
And so the heart wanders and in its search it meets other homeless hearts.
In seeing itself in another the heart reaches out in the name of love drawing the other near.
The recognition brings comfort and so two misplaced hearts walk a
while together in companionship.
The yearning for home is set aside for now by the bond of kinship, being lost together
feels a lot better than lost alone.
Side by side the path widens, the sun shines brighter and the grass grows taller, for a little while.
The heart holding the ultimate wisdom can’t be fooled for long, the temporary high of displaced union fades and the call of home whispers from somewhere far off in the distance.
Ideally at this point, we give thanks for the time together and part company once
again in search of our true home.
And so we wander looking for belonging, sometimes it takes fifty years
and sometimes it takes many lifetimes.
How did we lose our way? How did we venture out so far that the etheric chord
connecting us to home snapped?
How did we get stranded out there somewhere with no navigation system to guide ourselves back?
In general terms we are either ruled by the ego or by the heart.
The ego can never be satisfied it is always in search of more, better, different and in so
doing it extends itself further and further from the heart.
At some point, quite early on, actually, the gap becomes too wide and too difficult to close.
We are lost in the pursuit of happiness from some or other external source.
Material pleasures, sense pleasures and this elusive idea of love we chase after.
If we are lucky enough and life is kind enough, we may eventually reach a point of absolute futility and disgust at this eternal searching for that something else that will make us feel ok.
We may break a little, a lot or just bend ever so slightly. It’s at this point we have the
potential to go home to ourselves.
We are where home is! We are that which we have been searching for, it was right there all along.
Beloved, gather all of the pieces of you that you have scattered out into the world,
draw them all together gently and carefully so as not to break any threads or leave
any bits behind, and bring yourself home.