‘Home’ is also the past. Home is also where history lives. We tend to conveniently forget this in the West. We’re too busy forging full steam ahead in the name of something called infinite progress. We’re too obsessed with the glittering promise of the new to bother casting a glance backward into the depths of history and of our own authentic selves. 

I believe that cultivating a sense of the past is a way of reconnecting with a secret, suppressed part of the self. It is discovering that, in a sense, our souls have all been ‘pre-loved.’ It is discovering a way forward, a healing process, a newly and more authentically spiritual path. It is choosing to lean into the ‘wind’ and ‘flow’ of our lives, into the river of time. It is choosing to rewild the spirit...