Please come home. Please come home.
Find the place where your feet know where to walk
And follow your own trail home.




Please come home. Please come home into your own body,
Your own vessel, your own earth.
Please come home into each and every cell,
And fully into the space that surrounds you.




Please come home. Please come home to trusting yourself,
And your instincts and your ways and your knowings,
And even the particular quirks of your personality.


Please come home. Please come home and once you are
firmly there,
Please stay awhile and come to a deep rest within.
Please treasure your home. Please love and embrace your home.
Please get a deep, deep sense of what it’s like to be truly home.

Please come home. Please come home.


And when you’re really, really ready,
And there’s a detectable urge on the outbreath, then please
come out.


Please come home and please come forward.
Please express who you are to us, and please trust us
To see you and hear you and touch you
And recognize you as best we can.




Please come home. Please come home and let us know
All the nooks and crannies that are calling to be seen.
Please come home, and let us know the More
That is there that wants to come out.




Please come home. Please come home.
For you belong here now. You belong among us.
Please inhabit your place fully so we can learn from you,
From your voice and your ways and your presence.




Please come home. Please come home.
And when you feel yourself home, please welcome us too,
For we too forget that we belong and are welcome,
And that we are called to express fully who we are.




Please come home. Please come home.
You and you and you and me.




Please come home. Please come home.
Thank you, Earth, for welcoming us.


And thank you touch of eyes and ears and skin,
Touch of love for welcoming us.




May we wake up and remember who we truly are.




Please come home.
Please come home.
Please come home.


~ Jane Hooper

...imagine
wisdom
essence
release
freedom
remember...

this was an awareness practice in and of itself..listing out 43things or ways that I can pay attention to that which brings some life to these bones. Bones meant to be there to hold me up each day. And to provide a little bit more support...i'm gonna try my best to:

....in a flea market.

No, really. Maybe because I can find something in each booth that actually could have been found in my childhood home. The golden Pyrex with the floral print, Tupperware, ATARI, tin tv trays folded up-with each peek, hoping to reveal the "Dukes of Hazzard" one that I regret exchanging for "My Little Pony", record albums that could have been played on our turntable system/buffet during the holidays, cement mixing bowls, mushrooms & roosters....

I feel comfort among these things. Things that belonged to people. Things people took care of. Things people forgot about. Things that remind me of things i have forgotten, taken care of and once owned myself.

Funny because I spent a lot of time, effort and a few bucks trying to make my way towards a new life, full of new things with new people. How those old things reminded me that life had so much more to offer. I did not need to take any of it with me. It wouldn't be missed.
But if we do not carry forward these things from our past, faithfully, If only in memory, we will be the ones overlooked, forgotten & mistreated. We will leave no trace of who we are and who we have been. Although, the past has put a mark on us, begun to rust us from the outside in & from the inside out, we've become nearly irrecognizable...torn, damaged far from mint condition.

There is hope, hope that we can be rediscovered, created into a new thing. Now apart of a something uniquely created to be treasured and shared in as many ways as we could imagine possible. To be formed by the One who cares deeply, and loves unconditionally. He saw us then, He loved us there, He sees us now & He loves us so much. So much, He not only asks us, but entrusts us to help carry that Love to others, but first He asks us to help Him in seeing them and taking notice of ourselves, too.

God invites us to be apart of restoration through His love...The earth that He created and is still being re-created is a flea market, His people have been broken, discarded, used and forgotten...look around and see how much And who is there to love

 So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.

Philippians 2:1-4

and so I feel I need to add that when we do align our hearts with Christ's in these ways, that as we keep care of our ownselves-in body, mind and spirit-our hearts will become filled with the Love of Christ. But also if we remain near Him by being vulnerable and giving it all to Him-every minute of everyday- we might find that it is only when we practice this act of letting go for ourselves that we can be truly available to others. Those whom He loves so much, that He throws them into our open hearts. Hearts that are finally capable of not only caring for eachother but also we find ourselves able to help eachother carry some pain for a while, to help open eachothers heavy hearts that can at times be so so full of pain there is very little or no room to receive anything more, however good that Love can be. So by looking to our own interest we ARE looking to the interests of others.

Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promise. Let us think of ways to motivate eachother to acts of Love and good works. And to let us not neglect our meeting together as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of His return is drawing near.
Hebrews 10:23-25 nlt

...this little one offered herself to be seen -there was a glimpse, there it will be found once more & again after that...

You're Everything-David Crowder

You're everything
I could want
That I could need
If I could see
You want me
Could I believe?
'Cause You're perfectly
All I want, and all I need
If I could just feel Your touch
Could I be free?
Why do You shine so?
Can a blind man see?
Why do You call?
Why Do You beckon me?
Can the deaf hear the voice of love?
Would You have me come?
Can the cripple run?
Are You the one?

To raise me up
From this grave
Touch my tongue
And then I'll sing
Heal my limbs
Then joyfully I'll run to You

To raise me up
From this grave
Touch my tongue
And then I'll sing
Heal my limbs
Then joyfully I'll run to You

You're everything
I could want and I could need
I can just, feel your touch
and I can't breathe
And how you shine so
the blind can see
and how you call out
you beckon me
the deaf hear the voice of love
you bid me come
and the cripple run
You're the one

So raise me up
from this grave
you touch my tongue
and then I'll say:
Heal my limbs
and joyfully I'll run to you

So raise me up
from this grave
you touch my tongue
and then I'll say:
Heal my limbs
and joyfully I'll run to you


You're everything
You're everything
You're everything
You're everything

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free

And I'm alive and I'll sing
And I'm alive and I'm free