Hello dear soul,
I am grateful for your time and presence here. Thank you for being part of this journey, and for taking a moment of your precious time to read these few words.
Today, I feel inspired to share some thoughts with you about the feeling of home, and what I have come to realize while traversing the different seasons and places of my life.
I have just moved countries, from Switzerland to Spain, to a dear island called Ibiza. A place I have known for some years now, and one I had been silently praying to call home one day.
And this day has come.
Here I am, by the seashore on a November evening, watching the sun set behind the horizon as I write these words. The light feels sharper, the air clearer, and the wind, coming from the north, carries a colder breath, announcing the arrival of winter. Nothing like the summer days I have known here until now. Changing times, changing seasons.
As I sit here, letting thoughts about what home truly means come and go, I notice that something seems to have settled within me. As though I have finally found some peace, some rest. All my life, I have been chasing this feeling of fulfilment, of finally arriving somewhere, of finding a place where I could settle and feel at home. As though, once I found it, I could finally put an end to the search.
Perhaps this feeling of groundedness also has something to do with the season of life I am entering. I am growing a little life within me, and finding myself on the threshold of creating a family. Perhaps this, too, is teaching me something about roots, belonging and the meaning of home.
And yet, rather ironically, I am five months pregnant, and my partner and I are still looking for a place to call home, somewhere to nest and prepare to welcome this little soul arriving in March.
Despite this uncertainty, I feel a sense of peace I haven't quite known before. A sense of being at home, even while not quite knowing where home will be.
The physical is important to me. Perhaps it is my Virgo nature, but having a home, a place to nest and to feel grounded, has always meant a great deal to me. And yet, I also see this moment as a teaching, an invitation to create a home within first, before finding and building one around me.
I know this is part of the teaching of this season: that before creating a home around us, we are invited to create one within ourselves. To find our own ground, to settle into our being, and to cultivate a sense of belonging that does not depend entirely on the circumstances surrounding us.
And as I let all of this move through me, the following words came to me, and I would love to share them with you:
Coming home is a journey inward.
There is nowhere to go, nothing to do.
It is a path walked in stillness.
In this constant chase of becoming, we have somehow forgotten that life is meant to be lived in being.
And that it is only through being that we can live a life that fills our hearts and truly feels like home.
Home is not a place we reach. It is something we build by inhabiting our lives, day after day. By meeting ourselves honestly and fully. By choosing to be present with what is, rather than constantly longing for what could be.
Home is a choice. A promise we make to ourselves: that this time, we will stay. That we will no longer run away, believing the grass might be greener on the other side.
Home asks for commitment, time and dedication. Devotion and work. It asks us to tend to what is here, to nurture what is growing, and to remain present through the changing seasons.
Home is not something we project onto the outside world. It is found right at our centre, taking root deep within our hearts. Founded on unconditional devotion, love and presence, it is something that blooms from within.
A home built from within can withstand the waves and the storms. It can traverse the impermanence of life, the inevitable changes, the losses and the unknown. Because its foundations are not tied to what surrounds us, but to what we have cultivated within.
We have wandered far enough from ourselves.
It is time for our return.
Our return home.
Written with love,
Camille
