I came across this little sentence today - it was pinned up in a window display - and it made me think.
Of course, it has an immediate meaning that we can all relate to: let's hang out where the people who love us also live.
Pretty uncontroversial.
But I like the other meaning, the one that isn't about geography, but rather about where we spend time in our brain.
You see, so many of us are stuck in the past.
And instead of focusing on the here and now, where we are loved, far away from the trauma and grief of our upbringing or our losses, we replay in our mind the injuries we sustained, sometimes a lifetime and continents away.
Not on purpose of course, in the same way we don't scratch an itch until it bleeds on purpose. Yet we scratch it.
It takes a lot of effort, concentration, often therapy, to move on, to let go of the "what if", of the "if only". It is not easy.
But first it takes commitment. To interrupt the train of thought, to focus on the opposite, to bring ourselves back into the present moment.
Then, and only then, once we let go of the past, can we find out where we are loved, today - and truly live there.