What does coming home to who we are mean, and what does it look like?
We usually fall into either the category of “That’s a stupid question. I’m me.” (If that’s the case, this post won’t be of much interest to you). Or, we can look a little bit deeper and wonder:
Who is this me that I’m trying to come home to?
Who is this “me” that is asking the question and to whom am I asking it?
The problem, if we go that little bit deeper, is that the answer isn’t something that can be made simple. That’s where poetry comes in, sometimes. It can be a way of putting big concepts into a small number of words. On the Humaning page I said:
We are:
Oceans in a drop.
Biology with a history.
Receivers for an ineffable vastness.
But what does that mean?
This is where we go beyond just “I’m me” and we start to look at the possibility that the concepts and ideas that we hold about ourselves may be smaller and more confining than we have been aware of.
When we are struggling with trauma, with anxiety, with relationship issues, with just getting through life and not understanding why it is so difficult, it can be really helpful to begin building our capacity to let our minds expand a bit wider. To just open our thinking to the possibility that perhaps there is more to being human, and more to being “Me”, than what I currently understand.
When you realize that we live on a tiny marble in a galaxy of billions of stars that is one of billions of other galaxies in an infinite universe, it doesn’t take too much stretch of the imagination to consider that we may not know everything yet.