When i was a freshman in college, I remember being introduced to this thought of having a sense of place...a "place" where we feel most alive and well. I suppose it wasn't when I was introduced to the thought, but rather to the labeling of that experience because I had certainly understood that there were spaces and places where I felt most free and connected to spirit. There are places that encourage us to strip down to the essence of living, to shining, to sinking down into the comfort of our selves.Last night we had a celebration dinner with my family...in part to acknowledge my birthday together...in part to be with each other while my sister who lives further away than the rest of us is here for a visit....but the wholeness of it came forward in the fulfillment of my birthday wish...that my parents' bring out the guitar that has brought me so much comfort through my growing up and that they fill up this home with their music.
This is one of those spaces for me. Inside the blending and joining of voices is where I find warmth. Most specifically, the collaborative vibration of my mom and dad's voices...working together to create euphoric sound. It is inside the memory of my home being filled up with this sound and in knowing that "home" is where I experience that softness.
I find sense of place in this. I find myself within the way each of our voices contribute to the wave of the music and how that creates a moment where we are all closely knit into the presence of being home.
Where is your sense of place or places? What makes you rise up into the height of each moment? Where do you feel most alive and free?
I am curious to see where we all come together in our different places of being.