Belonging

This morning a thick layer of mist blanketed the fell. I couldn't see the blue of the sky or the mountains that often line the horizon. It felt as though the land was resting; and gave me permission to rest too. Its been a busy week with ten days away from home on training. I became very homesick mid way through. I missed my loved ones, the comfort of my home, the familiar sights, sounds and feel of the landscapes. Amidst this deep feeling of sadness there was a joy. A joy that I have a home that is so marvellous that I feel such an ache when I'm not there. I've experienced what it is like to not have a safe enough home, a place where I'm happier away from it than in it.

Whilst I was away I imagined and remembered being at my front door, walking through it, being met by my loved ones, welcomed in. I imagined sitting and drinking tea, looking out the window, stroking my dogs. Imagining brought the sense of home in to my body, offered respite, a pocket of peace.

Today I'm resting, with permission from the mist, in this place I call home, relishing and savouring it, because in the business of life it can be easy to forget how marvellous it is.

What helps you feel at home?

What do you like to imagine or remember that helps in tricky times?

What brings you a sense of rest and belonging?