“ARE WE THERE YET!?” came the cry from the “way back,” as we called it, of the 60’s model Chevy station wagon. My Dad would shake his head and calmly holler in response, “Not yet,” a wry smile evident on his lips in the rear-view mirror. An eternity would pass, or so it seemed, and up would rise the cry again: “ARE WE THERE YET?!” My brother and I in rapt anticipation, bursting at the seams as we made the two-hour drive from the Connecticut shoreline to my grandparent’s farm
Walk the maze within your heart:
guide your steps into its questioning curves.
The labyrinth is a puzzle leading you deeper into your own truths.
Listen in the twists and turns. Listen in the openness within all searching.
Listen: a wisdom within you calls to a wisdom beyond you
and in that dialogue lies peace. Words/Chalice Lighting – from the Rev. Leslie Takahashi Meditation - from the Rev. Marta Valentin
Spirit of Compassion - Isn’t it amazing how we crave to know an
Home, sweet home. Home away from home. Home is where the heart is. You can never go home. Or, in true Judy Garland fashion, clicking our heals together three times and repeating, “There’s no place like home.” All of these anecdotes have probably been real for us at different times in our lives. We have our homes of origin which hold so many memories as to be an irreplaceable domicile where we are firmly rooted and at the same time a place that we hesitate to return to. Some o