Today I enter Sisters Hope Home again.
I repeat some familiar steps and at the same time, I observe what is different. I welcome the parts of this experience, which feel like a first time.
Last time I came in… calmed… claimed… created…. Mostly in my own company. This time I expect a more tangible sense of community. I look forward to exploring how my being and yours meet in the space between us, how you and we feel, and what all community can be. And beyond? Can I, you, we sense a collective? A potential we might play with, tap into, melt together with, concretize?
I welcome both returning to a known Home and finding new rooms, corners, cracks and constellations there.
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