To feel at home in my own skin… To feel at home on the face of the earth…
I sometimes think that those are the two deepest yearnings in our lives. What I know for sure is that life becomes very painful when I don’t feel at home with who I am, or with the rich diversity of beings with whom I share this planet.
When I’m feeling out of whack with myself and/or with others, I often turn to this much-loved Mary Oliver poem, with deep gratitude for the way she reminds me of life’s simple but astonishing gifts. Whoever we are, and however we are, each of us has a place of welcome and honor “in the family of things”…
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.