was not created to house your fears but rather to house your love. My morning meditation reminded me of this. Do I treat my body like it houses love? Do I walk through life with love oozing from my words and actions and decisions? sometimes, yes… But what of the other times? My house is not a slum. I must treat my physical body as it deserves, as a house of love and hope.
I live half way around the world from most of my friends. But we are so close – a simple phone call, text message, thought, virtual hug is all it takes to know we are nearby. When I get on the plane to go to see them, it is a blink of an eye before they are in front of me. I’m so lucky to have them. My life is filled with 4 a.m. friends.
… to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. Khalil Gibran
There is a difference between privacy and hiding.
For years I have wanted a mezuzah for my home. To me it says “home” in a way that very few things can. I always knew I would not buy one and that when I got one, it would be through a gift. I have waited for 20 years, and still it has not arrived. And then I heard this phrase, and I realized that home is not a piece of religious iconography. Home is my heart, and my heart is filled with hope… My house, a house of hope.