On The Way Home

We arrive in this life as quiet wanderers—
unsure, unshaped, yet carrying a light older than time.
The world greets us with wonder and wiwounds,
and somewhere between the two
we begin to remember that we were born to feel deeply—
to love, to break, to rise, to become.

Through seasons of struggle and moments of grace,
we learn that the heart does not shatter to weaken us
but to open the hidden doors we were afraid to touch.
And in this season of glowing windows and softened nights,
when the world gathers its warmth against the cold,
we feel more clearly the sacred whisper that carried us into being:
What you seek is already seeking you.
Even in our loneliness, something eternal is reaching back.

There are times we fall to our knees,
feeling how fragile we are,
how brief our days,
how vast the distances we long to cross.
Yet it is here—in the cracks, the stillness,
the small courageous breaths—
that the soul prepares its quiet rebirth.
Like a candle rekindled in the deep of winter,
we stretch once more toward the stars
as if remembering our rightful place among them.

This season invites us to pause,
to listen for the soft pulse of the eternal moment—
the one place where nothing is missing,
where we are not striving to become
but simply living the truth of who we already are.
And as we turn inward, carried by the peaceful hush of winter,
something familiar rises:
a sense that our journey has always been
a long, beautiful return
to the place we started from—
our own boundless, luminous being.

And so, in this holy season of Christmas,
we remember the Light that entered the world in the form of Love—
Jesus, whose presence guides us gently home.
May His light lead us, steady us,
and remind us that we never walk this path alone ~ Merry Christmas!