As we continue our search for an authentic life, a funny thing happens along the way. We find out that authenticity is who we really are, and who we really have been all along before we were swayed by the beliefs of others, and before our culture told us that who we are is not good enough. It’s like meeting your oldest, dearest friend again, the one you have not seen for a long time.
I came across this poem by Derek Wolcott that I think says it all much better than I can:
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all of your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
This week for our writing assignment on the Home Page, we’re going to become reacquainted with who we really are and who we have always been. It’s time to open the door and let ourselves back in.
Peace and blessings.