As I write this I am watching a preseason baseball game, the SF Giants vs. the Oakland A’s, which is why I remembered the above insight gleaned at the ballpark several years ago. Funny how the most mundane experiences can lead us to see things fresh and new!
Home. Never missing.
When I’ve stirred up a lot of mental commotion, my spiritual home can seem obscured, and I am unclear where I’m going. But like the umpire, I can always rediscover my wellbeing right where it always was. Simply allowing my busy-mindedness to quiet, seeing my worries and anxieties for the thought that they always are, brings me back to that beautiful feeling of oneness and sufficiency that is right where I left it. Home run!!!