The Self

In the car driving home the other day, my daughter asked me, ‘Where is the Self, Mommy?’

We had a long conversation that was led with more questions than answers, and I was intimidated and excited by our philosophical discussion.

Where is the Self? We both felt most comfortable imagining it somewhere close to our hearts and our head, but it still wasn’t quite clear to either of us if that was where the self ended or began.

Can we find ourselves in Nature? In the flowers and the trees? In what we create with a pen upon a page or with what we build with our hands?

Where is your Self? Ask yourself this today and see what comes up.