There's a pleasant promise in coming home to one's familial domicile...at times mingled with the dread of past experiences. Which rules the visit is a matter of personal identification...the ability to both overlook and embrace "what's always been".
The soothing childhood sounds come back to you--coffee brewing in the morning, the crisp snap of the newspaper, the banter of parents (usually speaking about you as if you're still 13 which, on these trips, is almost alright). The sensations of not having to do or be or decide are welcomed for you've returned to that nurturing nest where you are NOT the primary.
This homecoming...this "childhood revisited"...is the way we live in Her. She nurtures and we honor her with our development. We keep coming back...weekly, monthly, at LEAST on the Wheel's design. It's our homecoming. The sights and sounds and scents of Nature's cycle...they're as warming and welcoming and as infinitely familiar as these family gatherings in which we participate.
What is Thanksgiving's purpose? It's a day to celebrate and remember and bring together. It's the national recognition of what's "important." So, Happy Thanksgiving to those of you visiting the Lair today....and Blessed Be!
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