“Dang, Bill, if only there was a way to feel the safety and security of home – as if I was lying in my bed – no matter where I am, no matter what I’m doing…”
Hmmm, wouldn’t that be something? This business of living life introduces so many challenges to someone enduring a mood or anxiety disorder. Perhaps it’s feeling lonely, overcoming fear, how to overcome depression, how to cope with anxiety, or even the quest for an effective treatment for bipolar disorder. The tough tasks are seemingly endless.
Absolutely, finding a way to feel safe and secure – no matter where we are, no matter what we’re doing – would sure come in handy.
And I wholeheartedly believe it’s “doable.”
Okay, to the extreme, I suppose a mobile domed living room or bedroom would do the trick. Um, but that’s just a wee-bit impractical, don’t you think? So let’s consider a much more realistic concept…
“Home is where the heart is.”
Interesting – no one knows for sure the origin of the proverb; however, it’s been attributed to first century Roman author, naturalist, and philosopher Pliny the Elder (one Gaius Plinius Secundus). Interesting, as well – he lost his life at age 55 or 56 to the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in Pompeii.
So, I know you’ve likely heard the proverb. But maybe you considered it nothing more than a warm, fuzzy “I suppose it’s true.” I’m going to suggest it’s much more than that. In fact, in my opinion, it’s the solution to the dilemma expressed by our troubled soul at the beginning of the piece.
Let me ask you something. What if you bought deeply into the truth and life-living application of “Home is where the heart is?” Isn’t it at least possible that you could feel the safety and security of “home” no matter where you are or what you’re doing? And wouldn’t that resolve all sorts of problems?
I sure think it would, and I believe you can do it. Really, you can.
‘Course, accepting the power of the concept is the first order of business. Then it’s on to establishing that sense of “home” within. And that’s accomplished by intense and honest self-examination, gaining insight into our suspect patterns of thought and belief – and effecting change, and tons of practice as we take what we learn to the lab of the real-world.
As you accept the challenge of establishing – and utilizing – the power of an inward “home,” I’d like to share a poem I wrote. I’m thinking it’ll provide some inspiration and motivation.
What can we be but ourselves
When it’s all torn down and nothing’s left but who we truly are
Stripped to the bone
Exposed to all and self
There’s nowhere left to hide
No shelter from the storm
No propping scaffold
No diversion to deflect the truth
Only a direct gaze deep within
With a frightened blink of an eye
But upon unsettled earth unstable legs gain strength
In steadfastness and blind forward energy
In tatters amidst the rubble
We come to know ourselves and become whole
In a chance of a lifetime
“Home is where the heart is.” The proverb – the concept – that can deliver endless feelings of safety and security. That is if we’re willing to accept the challenge of its development.
Are you facing a lonely world? Perhaps overcoming fear is on your agenda. Learn to look within. What better – lasting – source of comfort and peace?
How ’bout taking a look at more chipur Feelin’ Better articles? Here ya’ go!
Image credit: The wonderful picture featured in the piece was drawn by Erika Aoyama on November 16, 2002. Thanks, Erika, for your permission.
“We come to know ourselves and become whole” That does make a great image of a whole heart and a home that is safe.
Home, safety – pretty warm concepts, don’t you think? Thank you so much for your faithful readership and participation, Patricia!!! Bill
What a load of crap
Appreciate the visit – and even the participation, MJ. Hey, can’t please everyone…
How do you find meaning or peace within yourself not knowing who you are and what you were meant to be? Moreover how does yourself reveal that to you if you did not create yourself? You are implying that you can find comfort and peace from looking within. Tough battles help me everyday to understand my strengths and weaknesses and learn more about myself, but I believe to find that real peace you have to focus less on the self and focus more on others, as Ghandi put it “we find ourselves in the service of other.” I personally find peace in Jesus. Not everyone can get on board with that, but I find my peace knowing that he gives me meaning where looking within leads me to only more questions I cannot answer.
Like you, Ben, I am a believer, and I do not see any coflict here. I know we have the indwelling gift of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is our comforter and I know that Christ sent us the Comforter to be with us until we do go home to Heaven. When I look inward, I see the Holy Spirit, and I find deep and abiding comfort and peace there. Far from making me self-focused, I find it helps me ease my distress because I turn to prayer and find the connecton to the Lord that only the Spirit can provide. I feel at home in the truest fashion possible. Of course service to others matters, that is behind the admonision that faith without works is dead….as well as having an active living faith. Hope this helps.
Thanks for participating, Patricia…
Just now getting to your comment, Ben. Thank you for stopping-by and contributing. I’m going to respond; however, need a bit of time to put my thoughts together and share. Stay tuned another 24…
Thanks for stopping-by and contributing.
No doubt, it would be difficult to find the meaning of one’s life – and peace – if one doesn’t know who they are or what they’re intended to be. However, I believe if one is in honest pursuit, meaning can still be secured – along the way. I wouldn’t argue that so much of our meaning and peace is derived by focus and service to others – outside of self. But, in reality, the “feel-good” of service to others is ultimately an “inside” dynamic. Regardless, the “honest pursuit” is what counts, and, in your case, finding meaning and peace in Jesus is beautiful (like you needed me to tell you that).
Appreciate you, Ben…