Since the day you were born you have been on the run. Born into a life of fight or flight.
The body is the only home you have but somehow you never made it in. All the fault lines of distortion your mind laid down, due to the traumatic impact of your arrival, prevent you from landing.
Until you’ve landed all the way in your body, you won’t feel at home anywhere.
Becoming embodied means being at home wherever you go, accompanied or alone, rich or poor, happy or sad, in sickness and in health—until death do you part.