I say “home” because the word itself comes from the latin ‘focus’ (fogo/fuego) which means fire 🔥.
Fire is the root of the concept of home because it was the elements around which cooking and gathering happened in the community.
So home is a place where the fire is.
A place where there’s warmth, light, connection, safety and nourishment (for the body and soul)
And it’s a strange thing..
Because in my 20’s I traveled the world chasing an elusive sense of belonging, meaning and peace.. never quite settling or settled in any place.
So the last years became a journey inwards, removing the layers that were dimming my own fire.
And now, even though my travel schedule may have become more hectic than before, there’s no chasing.
For I have come home to myself.
Warm by my own fire,
Alive, at ease, peace and bliss.
A fire I am now able to share wherever I go.
🙏🏼
With that said, Toronto is the place where I keep my ‘things’.
It’s where my temple is, where I ground and work, expand, implement, reflect and share.
It is a well of energy, ideas and effortless execution.
The space I live in has been consecrated through a variety of south american shamanic practises, herbs and tools, as well as ancestral yogic processes.
The energy is palpable to those that are open.
Quite hard to miss actually.
Yet I realize I’ve been rather protective of it so far..
Yet the fire isn’t a little fragile flame anymore.
So it is time to let go of the walls.
I feel it’s time to open the door and start inviting people to come into it.
To share a cup of tea, a meal or a word.
To work, meditate, do yoga or chat about life.
To create an inclusive atmosphere where others may benefit from their batteries being recharged, in the same way I do every time I come back home.
I now feel inspired to nurture community and connection.
To share and cocreate with those who feel aligned with supporting the evolution / transformation of Toronto from a surface-level city to an abode of depth.
Who’s with me? 🍁💥🙋🏻♂️
