The pieces of the puzzle

I have just watched Anastasia with my daughters for the third time...

The story goes something like this:
A princess loses her family and, in the process, loses the memory of the first years of her life. Her restlessness ends up taking her on a journey with two people who are really in it for the money, but end up being angels (metaphorically speaking). Slowly, through a series of clues, she starts remembering things about herself, without actually noticing. At the end of the story all the pieces come together and she remembers who she really is. At this moment - when she was finally reunited with her grandmother - I, in a strange way, felt that I identified with her. There was something in me that resonated with the discovery of something long forgotten - a coming home to who we really are.

I have a suspician that there is this place, this longing, in everyone, as if the Universe has left us clues, breadcrumbs along the way, to show us the way home. We see this in fairy tales, in the songs we sing our children, in the myths of old and in our dreams.

So where is home and how do we get there? The answer lies concealed in each one of us. Sometimes it takes a journey to remote places in the world, or a life time of searching. Sometimes it catches us unaware when we see the mystery in the depths of a new-born baby's eyes, or when the wind calls our name at the top of a mountain and we somehow know that there's something that we know that we know, but just can't seem to figure out what it is...

swimming in nothingness

diving into the unknown
trusting life and the experience of being alive
learning that death isn't the end, but a process of becoming
leaving behind the past and the future
moving to the music,
the rhythm of the Now
the heartbeat of the Universe
a dance of grace

the Universe expressing itself in the form of a human
realization of the illusion of seperation
embracing mystery
letting go, delighting in being and non-being
duality dissolving into nothingness and everything
wisdom, compassion and loving kindness
Bliss