You will always find your way back home. Home is never too far. You walk and walk feeling as though you have lost your way, but really you are just circling home. Stop where you are and look into the center of that worn circular path. That is the direction of home, within the circle, within the center. Walk to the center, get off the path you have been endlessly walking, become the radial line, the one that is faint and overgrown. Head back to the center where you came from, where you were born from so long ago, the home that has always been with you, that has been waiting for you. Sit on the threshold, the doorway to your home. Touch its walls, its windows, open the doors wide. Brush the cobwebs from the corners and wash every inch of the beautiful floorboards. This is the cleansing of the soul, the opening up to who you have always been, the remembering of who you are. This is your home, love it, care for it, be inspired by its beauty. Reacquaint yourself with it. Live in it once more. It has been here all of the time you were walking in circles, waiting for you to return to it, to come back home.