we are not centered, that is, we are not aligned
internally -- body, mind and soul.
Without that alignment,
we have a case of Divine Homesickness.
We feel empty and lost, always trying
to find our way Home . . . always
looking for something 'out there' to fill us up.
And nothing out there can."
The Little Book of Peace of Mind
by Susan Jeffers
Similarly, Frederick Buechner writes:
"If with part of ourselves we are men and women of the world and share the sad unbeliefs of the world, with a deeper part still, the part where our best dreams come from . . . there is a child in all of us who is not just willing to believe in the possibility that maybe fairy tales are true after all but who is to some degree in touch with that truth. . . . a world where nothing is too familiar or unpromising to open up into a world where a path unwinds before our feet into a deep wood, and when that happens, neither the world we live in nor the world that lives in us can ever entirely be home again, any more than it was home for Dorothy . . . "
by Frederick Buechner
And Salman Rushdie seems to pick up Buechner's thought in mid - sentence:
"So Oz finally became home; the imagined world became the actual world, as it does for us all, because the truth is that once we have left our childhood places and started out to make up our lives . . . we understand that the real secret of the ruby slippers is not that 'there's no place like home', but rather that there is no longer any such place . . . (see more).
Essay #1: "Out of Kansas"
by Salman Rushdie
"Divine Homesickness: If Only In My Dreams"
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