"Home is where the heart is." A house isn't a home until you make it one. Home is where you feel the most like you. It is with the people you know you can be yourself around. It is in your spirituality. Home is where you go when you're exhausted and you know you can just be. Home is where you are loved.
"Home is where the heart is." Home is your body. Your physical heart is there. Your spirit expresses itself through who you are, and who you are is expressed through your body. Unfortunately, many (if not most) of us, especially women, are not at home in our bodies. We reject them all the time because they don't fit what we perceive to be "perfection."
But home isn't about perfection, is it? When you're grumpy, irritable, bitchy...home is where you can be those things and know you're still accepted. Those things don't fit your picture of "perfection," and yet whoever, whatever it is that accepts you even in those moments, that is what you call home.
So why don't we allow ourselves to be "at home" in our bodies? Why is it that our bodies have to fit the perfection standard and yet the very things that accept us outside of those standards are what we call home?
When we, as women, can accept ourselves in those moments, when we, as women, can accept that our bodies aren't perfect but they are ours, then we carry our home with us always. We can return to the creative part of ourselves, we can return to our heart, we can feel our own strength, our own purpose, inside of the structure we carry with us in every moment of our lives, our bodies. Our home.
Today, I encourage you, my fellow sisters, to consider, just for a moment, that you are always at home. You are always at home in your body. It isn't your enemy, it's what enables you to be here. It's what carries your heartaches and your joys, your peace of mind and your torment. It carries it all for you, a loving friend that never judges, just receives. It takes on what you give it to take on, it releases what you let it release. All the parts of you, physically, that you judge are just your body taking on what you've given it to take on. It is a loving, consistent companion, not the enemy.
Today, I encourage you, my fellow sisters, to consider, just for a moment, that your body is a wonderful instrument. It is wise, and it is faithful. And it is with you your entire life, for better or for worse. What grief have you given it to hold for you? Are you grateful for that? What joys does it carry for you? Are you grateful for that? What memories does it encase for you? Are you grateful for that? Or do you condemn it constantly with your judgment?
"Home is where the heart is." Where is your home, my sisters, and what are you investing in it?