I’m in St. Louis. I was born here 60 years ago. I had to leave here too soon at age 12. Every time I return, I love seeing the Gateway Arch welcoming me back. It’s like a giant croquet wicket, inviting me here.
I’m staying at a boutique hotel called the Moonrise. I drove past the planetarium to get here, reminding me of field trips and the Moonlanding of my youth. These familiar feelings anchor me to my purpose in being here. Im acting as family emissary to care for my brother while he recuperates from eye surgery.
What feelings does your birthplace evoke? What anchors you to your purpose? Ki to Happiness reconnects to my original purpose in my hometown.