I just returned home from a week’s vacation in Florida with my two children. It was an amazing trip, a true testament to deliberate intent. We talked at length about creating a vacation that was fun and relaxing, at the same time. We honoured ourselves by doing what we wanted, when we wanted. There was no rushing and there was no whining. We were blessed with minimal wait times and multiple miracles that made our holiday one that we will always remember.
Each day, when we would start to run out of steam (sometimes, after four hours; other days, it was 12), we found ourselves saying, “Let’s go home now.” “Home” became the hotel room for six days. I thought, at first, that it was strange that we so readily adopted this little space as our home – given its cramped quarters and general state of disarray – but it seemed quite natural and I felt grateful that my family was content to be there and connected with what was truly important.
When it was time to leave, it would be expected that there would be resistance, but that was not the case. We had enjoyed those things that we had planned as well as a few extras. Our vision of a successful holiday was complete and, therefore, we readily accepted our return to Newfoundland and Labrador.
One of the lessons I have learned is that “home” is not a dwelling; home is not where you lay your head. Home is where your heart is. It is that place where you are truly connected with what matters most to you. In this case, you can be home wherever you are. I trust that you will find yourself at home today and find gratitude there.
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