Returning to one's true self: Where it's so quiet

I used to be a hyper, giggly, talkative girl in my late teens and early twenties, the proverbial "life and soul of the party." Beneath that persona, though, I was deeply serious. I remember returning to my room after parties, and sighing with relief. I felt I was returning to my true self. "Hello self, I'm back."

Two decades plus later, I am much quieter. Observing and listening is as interesting as talking, or more so.

I now have that sense of relief when I come to pray. I sigh with pleasure. I am coming home to where I can truly be myself. I am returning to my truest self. To my heart's true home. Where I am deeply, truly known.

And the best thing about prayer: In the land of prayer, it is so quiet.

I love that!