Home is where the heart is.
Or is home where you find yourself? Or where you’ll always return? Or, as Edward Sharpe lyrically sweeps us of our feet, is “home wherever I’m with you”? But, really, where is this home we all so longingly spend our lives seeking and/or creating?
In a story he wrote as an anthropology student, Carlos Castaneda’s character Don Juan remarks, “There are thousands of paths. They all lead nowhere. You must ask yourself one question: ‘Does this path have a heart?’ If it does, the path is good. If it doesn’t, it is of no use.”
Perhaps our fascination with the allure of where home is, is asking the wrong question. Home, Castaneda seems to be telling us, is nowhere. So give up trying to find it; you won’t ever arrive. What if the quest of life is not one of direction or destination, but of quality.
Does your path have heart?
Wherever you are, whichever path is beneath your feet, whatever direction you are (or seem to be) headed, what is inside the body, the life, that’s taking you there?
Perhaps finding heart will only require a small sidestep from where you are now. Or perhaps the quest to discover – to embody – heart will mean something a bit more drastic for your life. But if you aren’t walking with heart, it doesn’t matter where you’re going – it’s of no use to you, your loved ones, or the world at large.
Find your path, a path, but more importantly discover, cultivate, and explore your heart first.