Following up on my last post, here's a little journal prompt for you: ✍🏼📖✨
Where do you find your grounding?
Is it a place? A person? An activity? A frame of mind?
While I find being out in nature incredibly restorative to body, mind, and spirit—and it’s certainly one of the ways I ground—I’ve always found that what’s ultimately most anchoring for me is a peaceful home space to return to at the end of whatever mundane task or adventure, big or small, life has taken me on.
I’ve been doing some reflection on that lately… I have friends who, as teens, were anxious to get as far away from home as possible, because, for whatever reason, home was not a safe place for them, or just a place where they felt comfortable. I’ve observed that some of them, as adults, equally find their greatest peace away from home. For me, growing up, home was always an environment where I felt safe, comforted, and cared for. I know not everybody was so blessed. 🙏🏼✨ I think it’s a big part of why home continues to be a sanctuary for me. At the same time, I know people who have created their own sanctuaries in their homes as adults, even though home may not have been that safe harbor for them when they were children.
What are your observations, and what was your experience growing up?
I invite you to sit down and journal on this topic, or just take some time to reflect on it—while out for a walk, or even while doing your laundry or dishes, or maybe mowing your lawn...
I’d love to hear about any insights that surface for you. 🙏🏼