There’s No Place Like Home ~ From escape to presence... coming back to yourself.

For as long as I can remember, holidays have been my escape. 

A pause button.
A place that felt better than my real life.
Somewhere I could breathe, feel lighter, more myself.

When I think about it, I realise this is most definitely a hangover from my teaching days… and come to think of it my own education prior to that!  My life was divided into periods of several weeks spent working before the next holiday arrived, and I constantly found myself counting down, hoping for time to pass quickly so I could finally feel 'free'.

But the thing is, and without realising it, that pattern fully embedded itself and quietly whispered:
“The grass is greener somewhere else.

That has, in turn became a mantra that has ruled every area of my life.

This last holiday showed me something different.