Recently I had an encounter with Love that broke my heart open in a new way. I have sensed for a long time that within each person is a center, a soul that is a shared dwelling place with the divine. We are always, already home and we are also always coming home — awakening over time to what’s already there.

This inner ground is the place where our aliveness is nourished. It’s a shelter from the realities of the outer world. There we find wisdom that only we can plant, tend, harvest, and offer as nourishment for the collective. The raw material of our lives is also the ground of our awakening.

For various reasons, we lose touch with our sense of this home within. Love is ever-wooing us with invitations to “come home.”

As we awaken to Love, we remember that we are connected to all other human beings, creatures, the earth, and to this unfathomable, expansive energy that dreamed us into being and longs to come into fuller expression.

God is one name for this Love. But the word “God” doesn’t seem to fully encompass this wildly creative and loving force that is in us, around us, and between us. What names do you use to describe this Love?

As I listened, I sensed that Love is, indeed, in all of the places I thought it was — Love is around us in nature, art, music, each other, in our sacred texts, and our wisdom traditions.

But love isn’t just in those obvious places.

We are Love in many forms:
Abba & Amma
The Source & the River
Alpha & Omega
The bosom of the Great Mother

It’s you in me and me in you.
We flow together.
We are one.

We are also:

Starving
On the edge
Suicidal
Burning
Dying
Being born
Trapped in conspiracy theories
Free
Waking up
In deep sorrow.

Love is alone.
Love is afraid.

The solidarity of this encompassing Love is with us, and they are crying out for liberation. For me and you. For our loved ones.

How do we move in freedom, agency, and sacred responsibility — freedom for the flourishing of all beings and Love itself?

Systems & structures of the modern world have created and sustained a story that we are untrustworthy and must turn outward for wisdom. This story clings to certainty at the expense of mystery and insists that each of us alone must bear the weight of toil and success, lack and abundance.

This story of lack is systematically stoking fear and paralysis through threats of eternal torment, scarcity, cynicism, hopelessness, and disempowerment. We are terrified to look at our suffering, to risk our belonging.

Love says PLEASE COME HOME.

Come home to the place within us where we can receive the gift of our wholeness. Where we can be reminded of our cosmic interconnectedness.

The path that was paved for us is cracking underneath our feet. There is fertile ground underneath the path that will hold us and is inviting us to participate in reimagining new ways of being together that will lead to flourishing for all.

I recorded a poem I encountered in Cynthia Bourgeault’s book The Wisdom Way of Knowing called “Please Come Home,” by Jane Hooper. Here’s a link to the voice memo if you’d like to listen.

Would you like some company or gentle guidance as you listen for wisdom and explore new ways of engaging with your soul? Kirsten offers spacious accompaniment and trauma-informed spiritual direction. I’d love to hear what’s stirring in you and meet with you for a free exploration session.