Going Home Is Like Stepping Through An Open Door!

Dear God/ess, Another Hometown Icon passed on August 14th, and I went to her Memorial Service today. She was a musical director at the Unitarian Church as well as a local theater scene Musical Giant. She had a voice that truly knocked you unexpectedly to the ground.

One of her students sang, "Going Home," which managed to release a river of tears. That song, in my opinion, is a spiritual testament to life after death. Going Home is nothing more than opening the door to the next adventure in our Destiny, so say the words.

I am trying to get an audio version of it, since the video somehow is not translating. I was transported to another place in the spiritual realm in that church, the second time in just a few days of going there to honor a life.

Here is a Paul Robeson link to his beautiful version of Going Home!

I want to share a Rumi Poem I read at Jo-an's service on Saturday. It had an effect on everyone there that day:

Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home

All day I think about it then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern,
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

RUMI

Om Peace Amen

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Going Home Is Like Stepping Through An Open Door!

Dear God/ess, Another Hometown Icon passed on August 14th, and I went to her Memorial Service today. She was a musical director at the Unitarian Church as well as a local theater scene Musical Giant. She had a voice that truly knocked you unexpectedly to the ground.

One of her students sang, "Going Home," which managed to release a river of tears. That song, in my opinion, is a spiritual testament to life after death. Going Home is nothing more than opening the door to the next adventure in our Destiny, so say the words.

I am trying to get an audio version of it, since the video somehow is not translating. I was transported to another place in the spiritual realm in that church, the second time in just a few days of going there to honor a life.

Here is a Paul Robeson link to his beautiful version of Going Home!

I want to share a Rumi Poem I read at Jo-an's service on Saturday. It had an effect on everyone there that day:

Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home

All day I think about it then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern,
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

RUMI

Om Peace Amen

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Dear God/ess, Another Hometown Icon passed on August 14th, and I went to her Memorial Service today. She was a musical director at the Unitarian Church as well as a local theater scene Musical Giant. She had a voice that truly knocked you unexpectedly to the ground.

One of her students sang, "Going Home," which managed to release a river of tears. That song, in my opinion, is a spiritual testament to life after death. Going Home is nothing more than opening the door to the next adventure in our Destiny, so say the words.

I am trying to get an audio version of it, since the video somehow is not translating. I was transported to another place in the spiritual realm in that church, the second time in just a few days of going there to honor a life.

Here is a Paul Robeson link to his beautiful version of Going Home!

I want to share a Rumi Poem I read at Jo-an's service on Saturday. It had an effect on everyone there that day:

Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home

All day I think about it then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern, When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I am going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

RUMI

Om Peace Amen

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All day I think about it then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern,
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

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