All in Your Mind

I have now come to wonder if home is really more in our heads than in a physical place. The point of home for me is a refuge from the onslaught of the world---people, news, traffic, work, bad weather (literally and in life)---but can this be found without the box that contains five more boxes with white walls? Boxes filled with stuff. Some stuff that brings us comfort, stuff that gives ritual, stuff that brings debt, stuff that fuels disorganization and confusion---STUFF.

I often find that the only true refuge from the world is my own inner peace. The truth is, I think just as clearly and get more done at work than at home. At home I can do as I wish, but these days that isn't much. The more relaxed I've come to feel with myself the more I can relax anywhere. It is little help to escape the world if the TV is blaring news that would make caffeine nervous.

I love home---the physical structure, and the one there when I visit the rooms of my mind. I am grateful for both, but I am most mindful of the need to forever maintain the later. Today, I commit to keeping all that is not peace out of their spaces. After all, what we see in our world is nothing more than a reflection of our mental dwelling places.