Cultivating home, as a state of being

A reframing of the idea that we “come back home to ourselves” when we embark on doing the work, on unbecoming what we’re not and releasing beliefs (our own, from others) we've simply outgrown.

What if we were always home - always in a safe, loving, nurturing warm place? What if we cultivated that in ourselves so that as we explore and express and release emotions, behaviours, beliefs, expectations etc. we know we are safe. Free of judgement, condemnation, timeframes and 'shoulda woulda couldas.' ?