Remembering to come home

It seems to me that no matter where we are at, whether in a state of clarity or joy, or of confusion and sadness, the only thing really left is to rest in our heart and in gratitude for what we have. We live in a world where scarcity is hugely prevalent – whether actual or mental – where too much choice actually leads to confinement rather than freedom, where the age of over-information lends itself to noise rather than clarity. In these moments it can feel overwhelming, not knowing how or which way to move forward. But it seems that when we come back to ourselves, to our true home within our heart, even if there isn’t clarity there is a certain peace. A peace in knowing that only we can truly hold our own answers, when we rest in the silence of our being, listening to what our hearts may speak of.