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Sanctuary
Where you belong
Where you’re always welcome
Where you run for safety
What conjures up warmth
A place to relax
To find unconditional love
But sometimes
It’s anywhere
But home
And you ask yourself
What have I done
To get here
Does home change on us
Do we grow out of our homes?
Do we grow away from our homes?
Does looking out for so long
Make it hard for your eyes
To adjust to what’s close?
Does thinking hard for so long
Make it hard for your heart
To remember how to feel again?
Does your identity evolve
So that belonging
In more than one space
Means belonging nowhere?
Can you still belong
To what used to be home
When you are no longer you
And home is no longer
The place you belong?
A delicious and sinuously slithery piece about a widely shared spiral. Many thanks.
Thank u ❤
Returning to this post, Maha, over a year later, because of WordPress listing replies to comments I’ve made from any of their blogs I follow. Struck by your first word, Sanctuary, the title of a course on storytelling I took with Leah Lamb. Sanctuary is a way to feel at home wherever we are. At the commune where I lived for over a decade, we sing this song: “Blessed be the travelers, and the ones who stay at home. We are always at home, wherever we may roam.”