With every inconvenience that my ego fights like a spoiled brat, my higher self responds with a "Ooooh but think about all we are going to gain. Imagine what this is forcing us to learn and to become. I wonder what role this is preparing us for." After varied amounts of whining and eye rolling, I usually surrender and trust my higher self.
This week, my sanctuary of a house is getting tented for termites. Yayyy fun. I fought the extermination and prayed and wished it away since it felt so violating and intrusive. It's my home! Yet, inevitably there was nothing I could do. Regardless of how sacred I make my house, how clean I keep it, or how safe and comfortable of a space I create, it's still just a building. It's still just a thing. Home is different. Home is a feeling. It's with me wherever I go. Home is the people that I love. Home is where my family is. And my dog. And let's be honest- my crystals and my decks.