[Excerpted..]From,”Something More“Excavating Your Authentic Self. Great book by Sarah Ban Breathnach.( pg.224 2nd para.), where this beautiful expression comes from in John O’Donohue’s, Anam Cara.
The House of Belonging is an ancient Celtic metaphor for the human body as the earthly home for the soul; it is also used to describe the deep peace and feeling of safety, joy, and contentment found in intimate soul friend relationships. “When you learn to love and to let yourself be loved, you come home to the hearth of your own spirit. You are warm and sheltered. You are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging.”
Further reading from the book, says that In building the House of Belonging is the soul’s commitment to living a passionate life; your Authentic Self is the architect.”Can’t nothing make your life work if you ain’t the architect.”(Terry McMillan)” Well, I wouldn’t go that far to say that. But I would say that that credit belongs not to me. But that is another matter that I won’t discuss in this post.
The timbers with which (I) you build your(my) House of Belonging are your choices; courage is the foundation stone; patience; perseverance, and permission are your (my) bricks; FAITH is the mortar.
This is the struggle. This is where I struggle. I have the faith to boot, but the patience is nowhere. Those rooms that I need to visit in my House of Belongings are not fully explored. I need to know why. For in those rooms, I may find that lostness, and be able to dispose of it. I don’t need it for one. What is desired is to be for me is there when I allow God to unclog and de-clutter my life.
What I want is within reach, and cancer and nothing else will stop me from gaining the ground that has been set before me to conquer. I am in my house, and I am in these rooms like yesterday.