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A home away from home

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A few years ago, I used to share photographs each month of the life that has happened in that time. Somewhere along the line, I decided to stop sharing so many personal things about me.

But lately, I have had a change of heart. The stories of my life is the unique path I take to my own liberation. My own journey to bliss. And for me, that is something worth sharing.

Any one can read a text book on spirituality. In fact, there are blogs out there that serve as much better and more reliable sources of spiritual knowledge, than my writings. And if that was what people wanted to read, they would undoubtedly find them instead. So I don’t think that’s why you read my blog. And quite honestly, that isn’t why I write my blog, either.

Anyway, I digress.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post on being more open with you. And that is something I still wish to do. So, Today, I share with you all the life that has happened since I went back to my parents home in BC for the last 10 days.

There is something wrong with my SLR ( 🙁 ), so these photographs were taken with my cell phone.

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Leaving Toronto. 6am flight.

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Home is where I am

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I have decided to do the unthinkable and not go onto facebook for a month! I’m worried for my health!

Haha. I’m kidding 🙂

I think facebook is a great place to connect with friends, if that’s really what you’re doing. I have nothing against facebook, but it just takes up too much of my time. Time that I could be using to do other things, like spend time with someone I love, study, cook, meditate.

But in all honesty, even though we say we use facebook to “keep in touch with friends”, I would argue that we only spend maybe 10% of our time online actively writing messages, responding to messages and commenting on things. The other 90% is whole heartedly dedicated to facebook creeping.

What a snoozefest!

2 hours in and you’re looking at wedding pictures of people you don’t know.

The entire album.

All 157 pictures.

Or you’re on your ex’s profile.

And you miss them.  a lot.

None of this is good!

I mean, I only got facebook last year sometime, but seriously. Life without facebook will be an interesting one.

I already feel like I have so much more time. And in addition to waking up at 7:00am every day, I wasn’t lying when it felt like my life was opening up.

This morning was a wonderful morning to be awake. I managed to drag my ass to bed just a little bit earilier than usual, and so I woke up with a smile on my face. I’m going 5 days strong. I just have to make it through this weekend!

 

I was thinking about home. And where home is. I was born in India, lived in England, lived in Canada, and I am now living in the Republic of Ireland.

Where do I belong?Where is my home? Which is my country? Who wants to claim me?

When people ask me where I am from, I literally don’t know what to say.

I usually say India because that’s where I was born as baby malavika.

But for a few moments, I didn’t know where home was, and I questioned this belief. And then I realized that home, to me, is not geography. It is not a country, or a city, or a place. It is not restricted by oceans or state lines or borders.

Home is where I am. Every time. Home is where I come alive. Home is where I am. Home is who I am being. Home is the part of my self that I am expressing in the truest and highest form.

I think that when I feel that home is somewhere else, and I am here – I feel homesick. I start missing things that aren’t there. But all this is, is that I am just missing myself. I’m missing the part of myself that feels realest to me. The highest form of myself.

And I hope you realize this.

I hope you see that you are everything you have ever been looking for.

And all those times you feel like you’re missing something, you’re just missing yourself.

And I hope you know that if you ever need to come home

You wouldn’t have far to go.