Be Longing to Belong.....

One of the first questions I faced when I began my journey to understand what Becoming Safely Embodied meant was about Belonging. Understanding what was meant by this took time. Childhood trauma led to a deep sense of worthlessness and adulthood brought a void of attempting to be what I thought I should for other people. I say a void because living according to what I assumed others wanted me to be meant I was neglecting my real self. She got very lost and, now I know, very lonely.
Deidre brings this into the Becoming Safely Embodied Skills early on as I was posed with the question of Belonging. I read of a conversation Deidre had with the poet David Whyte, I researched and discovered a new landscape filled with poetry that made so much sense to my soul.
Meditating on the concept of Belonging has brought me to a place where I have discovered my Self. Now I know I belong to myself. No one else can own me, I do not have to live the rest of my life being the creature I assumed others wanted me to be. No self imposed roles anymore......

My Heart and My Self belong to each other, living in harmony with an enabling working practice.

THE HOUSE OF BELONGING

I awoke

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that

thinking for

a moment

it was one

day

like any other.

But

the veil had gone

from my

darkened heart

and 

I thought

it must have been the quiet

candlelight

that filled my room,

it must have been

the first

easy rhythm

with which I breathed

myself to sleep,

it must have been

the prayer I said

speaking to the otherness

of the night.

And

I thought

this is the good day

you could

meet your love,

this is the black day

someone close

to you could die.

This is the day

you realize

how easily the thread

is broken

between this world

and the next

and I found myself

sitting up

in the quiet pathway

of light,

the tawny

close grained cedar

burning round

me like fire

and all the angels of this housely

heaven ascending

through the first

roof of light

the sun has made.

This is the bright home

in which I live,

this is where

I ask 

my friends

to come,

this is where I want

to love all the things

it has taken me so long

to learn to love.

This is the temple

of my adult aloneness

and I belong

to that aloneness

as I belong to my life.

There is no house

like the house of belonging.