Celebrating self and place is the subtitle. I think about those words a lot. They sustain, encourage and acknowledge the essence of being Home at Last.  Part1, self

 Self knows.  Self feels.  Self has asked again and again “who am I?”  “Is this really me?”

The advancing soul is humble. Awkward truths surface.

 When we inwardly say “I’m better than that” we have begun.

And then …“can I really live like that, be like that, what about …?”

 “That’s hard work.”

Of course it is.

 The celebration of a worthy self puts possessions and success separate to self. Compassion and honour wink knowingly.

 Celebrating self isn’t for sissies.