Sometimes it feels like “home” is the place I come from. A place on a map could never give me what I need to feel at home. What does it mean to carry home with me, where ever I go?
What if we faced our fears and allowed ourselves to accept that something radically better is not only possible, but necessary and inevitable? What if we already know how to create this radically better future? What if we trust that the land remembers? What if we committed to actively loving ourselves so that we can love each other better, too?
Sometimes it feels like “home” is the place I come from. A place on a map could never give me what I need to feel at home. What does it mean to carry home with me, where ever I go?