I remember when I felt utterly lost in life and didn’t even know there was such a thing as a Tree of Life, let alone that my mind, body, and soul were all part of it.
I was staring out the window at the creek in my backyard, I lived at a Bed & Breakfast at the time and the grounds were like Monet’s garden, they were so beautiful. Yet, I was struggling mightily with depression and overwhelm, everything seemed very hard and as I looked out this window, I remember thinking, “I just want to go home, this is too much.” “Home” to me meant back where it was warm and cozy, the great beyond, the heart of Source, basically I thought if I were dead, it wouldn’t be hard anymore.