Reena Howmiller Artist Exhibit & Reception
Artist Reception
December 11, 4-6pm
Flying Goat Cellars Tasting Room
1520 E. Chestnut Ct.
Lompoc, CA
WHAT LIES BENEATH:
You descend.
Not because you fell -
but because you remembered.
There was always something below.
Deeper than breath.
Quieter than thought.
Older than fear.
And so, you sank.
Not in defeat, but in return.
Because this is where you came from.
Not a house.
Not a nation.
Not a body.
But silence.
Stillness.
The arms of light piercing through the unknown just to hold you.
You curl into yourself.
And for once, it is not shameful.
It is not hiding.
It is the fetal truth -
the posture of remembrance.
Of the Soul folding inward to whisper:
“I never left. I only forgot.”
Down here, there is no war.
No schedule.
No image to uphold.
No voice screaming “be more.”
Only weightlessness.
Only the truth.
It is not loud.
Not triumphant.
It is kind.
So, what is this place?
This dark, radiant cradle?
This womb without pressure?
It is Home.
Not the place you run to,
but the place that waits
beneath every breakdown -
the place that never stopped loving you,
even when you stopped listening.
Because you tried, didn’t you?
To find it in applause.
In titles.
In lovers.
In the mirror.
But Home was never out there.
It was always
this descent.
This letting go.
This breath held at the bottom of the ocean
that finally says:
“Okay.
You win.
I surrender.”
And in that surrender -
you rise.
Not to the surface,
but to the self.
The self that was never missing -
only misplaced.
And the light finds you here.
It always does.
Because light doesn’t chase.
It waits.
So let this be your prayer.
Not to the sky,
but to the deep:
Let me fall back into myself,
until I remember
I was always held.
You are not lost.
You are not late.
You are not broken.
You are simply
on your way Home.
