note to self: home remembered you all along
wherever you are, i hope you come back home. i hope you return to your pristine place of peace β your sanctuary within.
love lives here
create freedom dreams until you touch paradise,
build inner sanctuaries until home feels like heaven,
paint paths through dense jungles until you meet clearings by crystal streams,
make it so that this life will be your most precious gift β
until you taste the sweetness and softness of your own presence.
this recent voyage has been tumultuous and incredibly long.
to make passage through the waters, I learned new ways of reading the stars and shadows,
acquired foreign languages at every port and harbour,
sang to myself on starless nights while my boat rocked me to sleep.
on nights and days where the shore seemed too far to reach,
i lost myself willingly in dreamscapes β far and wide β traveling as though i were the reflection of the sun upon the ocean,
or the glimmers of sunrise shining through droplets of morning dew.
touching into etheric versions of my voyage, gathering lessons along the way.
sailing alone is its own trial and triumph.
uncertainty sat with me from dock to dock,
sometimes a spirit of wander took the oars, and sometimes anxiety assigned itself as captain,
and somedays, i dropped my anchor while still in the deep waters because nothing about the shore called to me.
other times, i took swimming lessons with whales; catching my breath with the golden sun glazing upon my skin.
to be one drop among many β
one grain, one ray, one wave.
to be remembered by the earth; carried by the ocean; seen by the stars; held by the sand.
to be present with fear, awake with hope, buoyant with joy, lost without home, and emptied to be filled.
paradise left clues at the bottom of the ocean,
transformation carved my lineage upon underground clay and rock,
surrender stitched itself into the core of falling seeds,
grace whispered into the winds through and beyond all time.
and, thankfully,
with nothing left to give and everything heaved out of my heavy heart,
i loved myself back into the fertile place that is my seed of softness. the place that sprouts my sense of purpose, presence, peace, and power. i loved myself back home; i still do.
my dear one,
home remembered you.
home still remembers you, if you let it.
Keep in mind that adventure sometimes comes with unexpected moments. You might need more strength, courage, or patience than usual. You may have to reroute or turn back. It may take longer than anticipated. Wherever your sacred journey leads you, stay adaptable and inspired, and love yourself through it all
~ Lalah Delia
Thanks for always pouring out a piece of your heart in all your writings π€