☾ Why We Keep Returning Home Every Night - That familiar door the body walks in… and the Self slips away
Every evening, we return.
To the same door.
The same light switch.
The same chair that carries our shape like a quiet memory.
But have you ever wondered…
why?
Not just practically — but spiritually.
Why this ritual of returning, every single day?
And are we truly coming home…
or just shutting down?
The Quiet Pull of the Familiar
There’s comfort in the repeat.
We return home for safety.
The roof, the walls — they’ve held our laughter, our breakdowns, our late-night cravings.
They don’t ask questions. They just… hold us.
We return for connection.
For people who know our soft spots, for the silence we don’t have to explain.
Even our objects — the chipped mug, the bedsheet we never replaced — carry the echo of self.
We return for identity.
Home reflects us back. Our choices, our habits, our clutter.
It’s a mirror disguised as a floor plan.
And yet —
beneath this comfort, a pattern hides.
A subtle hypnosis.
A soul on repeat.
Where the Chakras Quietly Freeze
By the time we’re home, most of us are living in the lower three chakras:
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Root (Muladhara) says: “Let me feel safe.”
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Sacral (Svadhishthana) says: “Let me relax, indulge, feel something.”
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Solar Plexus (Manipura) says: “Let me control my little world tonight.”
And that’s okay.
These are human needs.
But if we’re not careful, they become loops.
We eat to numb.
We scroll to escape.
We sleep, not from peace — but from exhaustion.
And somewhere in that cycle, the upper chakras —
the heart, the voice, the third eye, the Self —
go dim.
Not from lack of capacity.
But from lack of invitation.
I Used to Think My Home Was My Sanctuary
And it still is.
But not because of the furniture.
Not because of the sacred music playing in the background.
It became a sanctuary the moment I stopped arriving unconsciously.
Now, some nights, I pause before turning the key.
I let my awareness arrive first.
I ask myself softly: “Am I returning out of habit, or out of harmony?”
It changes everything.
Even the act of taking off my shoes becomes a ritual.
Even the silence between rooms becomes a space of grace.
What If Home Isn’t Just Where We Rest…
…but Where We Remember?
What if every night’s return was a chance to notice:
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Where am I hiding?
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Where am I healing?
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What am I repeating that no longer serves?
This isn’t about guilt or forcing spiritual performance.
It’s about the invitation to bring awareness home with us.
Not to change the couch.
But to sit differently.
Not to burn incense.
But to breathe as if every inhale is a return to Self.
Tonight, Come Home Differently
Come home like a soul choosing this moment — not escaping the last one.
Let your feet kiss the floor like it’s sacred.
Let your breath find you before the refrigerator does.
You don’t need to meditate.
You don’t need a spiritual routine.
You just need to notice.
When you walk in tonight, ask:
Is my awareness here yet… or just my body?
Because sometimes, awakening doesn’t happen in a forest.
It happens in the hallway.
When you finally realize the temple was never somewhere else.
✨ Let home be more than your resting place. Let it become your returning place.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll stop falling asleep…
and finally start arriving.
🪶 Gentle Invitation for You
If this stirred something in you… pause tonight.
Let your return home be sacred.
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