Opening

Opening

At risk of being disowned by almost everyone I know, I wanted to describe what is really going on for me at the moment. I am being cracked open. 

I am being broken open, bit by bit. In the spiritual world we talk about being opened up. Cracked open.

Opening our hearts up to the divine. Bit by bit. This is often a very painful process.

Our hearts have to open up so, so much.

My opening up really began up on the hills in the downs I think this time round. I sent my mother a photo of a nice meal I was having. She said “oh how nice! Before the return home.” But in Polish. That broke my heart open.

Because I realised I was on the return home. And there is only one real return home. And that is to God. The only homecoming is to God. The only return home can be to God. I am sorry. There is no other way. I am sorry. The only home is our true home. That of love and eternity. No keys. No walls. No mortgage. No rent to pay. Thank God. No robber can get in.

No one can ever take us away from our true home

We are always here

I am always here


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