Where are we headed?

We seek not to go back there; we seek to become aware of our ever-immanent arrival here; of your completeness and mine in this instance and every other. You aren’t seeking to go back; you are the going-back. That is, the going-back and the coming-forth.

You are the provenance. You are the origin of all that ever was, is, and is yet to be.

Kindwhile, you are not just the provenance; you are also both the point and process of departure that potentiates provenance itself.  

Remember this. And remind yourself that this remembrance is not a terminus, but an ever unfolding practice. Not just the objective, but also the outcome. Not simply a destination, but also the an ever-emergent instantiation of that which destined you to seek it.

And then remember yet again that the recollection of memory is not at all the goal, but rather that in efforting to recollect that which has been forgotten, see that which has been hidden, find that which has been lost, and repatriate that which has been alienated, you have always, already, irrevocably arrived.

This is the Rite of Return. Welcome home.