The way home. We're not our thoughts, our emotions too but how then, do we find our way through? Humour me a popular reference, the world of Harry Potter. The Hogwarts Express that takes the students of magic to their destination is found on Platform 9 3/4, not visible to the average eye. It's found by knowing, far beyond belief and into the realm of being. The students know if they hit the spot between platform 9 and 10, the arch of brick and mortar will yield - after all, it's only held there by the desire of those who wish to see it.
This day and into the evening the emotions have been running through me faster than a northbound train. Thoughts have followed like steam, if I allowed them they would have clouded my vision. Instead I watched, felt the pull of the old and familiar. I knew what to do and now, I will share it with you.
Finding our way through is a journey to platform 9 3/4, a knowing that becomes a being. I gazed out into the suburban night, the sound of traffic a hum. First I matched my breath to that hum. Then I brought an awareness (observation) to the breath, to the spaces inbetween. I drew my breath into the center of my chest, to the heart center. How did I do this? This is the knowing; I just think it and without hesitation or doubt, without any limitation at all, I do it. It really is that simple.
I hung my head out of the window breathing and feeling the spaces between the breaths elongate, the peace from that center dissolving all the previous thoughts and feelings. There was only this moment, there on Platform 9 3/4, I let go of those old thoughts, shadows from the past, I let go of the future projections too. In this timeless moment I found my way home.