We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love... and then we return home.Australian Aboriginal Proverb
Sometimes it feels like I have been here so long, I've forgotten what home is like.
Tell me. What do you remember?
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I don't remember home but I had a mystical experience once and it was an overwhelming, deep, pure love. I know that's home.
"We are all visitors to this time..." I remember a time when time wasn't, when time was both an instant and an eternity. A time when all was one and truth was universal. I think home here when we understand the miracle inherent in each breath, each moment, each meeting with Love.
When I was a little girl I remembered home and "my people" very well. Lots and lots and lots of love and laughter. And purpose. There was a purpose somehow, but I don't remember exactly what anymore.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to go back home to that lovely world. I didn't care much for the meanness I found in this one.
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