"A house where rain does not pour,
A place where spear-points do not threaten,
As bright as a garden but with no fence about it."
____ "Subhne Geilt," anon. Irish poem (trans CM)
The security of home is something settled people gladly take for granted. For the normal, home is the place you happen to be. For the traveler, home - and the longing to be there again - is the spur to a speedy returning. For those made homeless against their will, home is the Holy Grail of their desire. But even those of us who have a home, one that we are streetwise and alert in protecting, sometimes long to be in a place of greater security and safety, a place where we simply cannot be got at.
The security of being at home with oneself, at home in one's being can never be forgotten once it has been experienced. This sense of ease, insightful understanding, and peace provides a new kind of security. Although people often reach this state through a sudden shock, or realization, it is also accessible through a daily regime of meditation or regular contemplation alone in any place where we feel empowered. In this time alone, we make friends with our soul, allowing it to become expansive and fully fledged.
The security of home does not derive solely from being in a 'nice neighborhood' or a beautiful environment; it comes in part from the innate sense of being at home with our soul. The safe circle of home is the expectation of every human being, the right of every child. Home is our microcosm, our little world, supplying comfort, warmth, nourishment,m and a safe environment for learning about who we are.
"Make a blessing of protection for all within your household."
[From: "The Celtic Spirit" by Caitlin Matthews]
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