they say that you cannot but i say that this is only the beginning of the sentence you cannot go home again if your home has been stolen destroyed rendered uninhabitable altered beyond the compass of what is home if your home never existed by whatever circumstance of fate fernweh surreal bad luck (you may not want to go home again if home was never a refuge a welcome a silence filled with the soft hum of voices past bedtime the tick-tock of an ancestral clock the cocooned safety of an ancient quilt the warmth of shared breath) you cannot go home again without money power a certain amount of privilege the right wizard knocking on your door at the right moment you cannot go home again and expect that nothing has changed everyone will remember you all trees are still standing all friends are still friends and all enemies, enemies you cannot go home again without a hobbit's realization that nothing will ever be quite the same you are not the same none of us are ever the same from one road to the next from one journey to the next from one moment to the next you cannot go home again if you carry home with you if you are home if you are a child of this land this earth this universe you are always home you cannot go home again uncontaminated by the dust and pollen of another place by thoughts and lives you once could not imagine by the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and better of evil and worse of difference and indifference you cannot go home again without new fingerprints on your heart what is certain is this-- it is possible to go home to find home to be home to become home so light a candle for those you may see again for those you will never see again for the patch of bare earth that marks the grave of the dog you buried-- say farewell to bare earth for when you return it will have burst into blossom resolve that home is a snail's house you carry with you that home is also within you that wherever you go in this wide universe you are home you are always home and if you are very fortunate and very brave you may not only be home but become home for those you love for those you encounter for the home-less for all things strange and wonderful lost and lovely beautiful and broken infinitesimal and infinite
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I love this not JUST for the words, but the shape of the words on the page. You are so talented & gifted. XOXOXOXO
I love this not just for the words, but for the shape of the words on the page. You are so talented and gifted. XOXOXOXO
Thanks, twinny! I hope you and yours are well. 💖
Good morning wonderful Brenna!
Thank you very much for sharing your writing with me. It is very thought-provoking. It’s deep and it’s light and it’s fun. You are amazing!
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Thank you so much! I have discovered that I was not hitting “send” on my replies, so thanks as well for helping me figure that out!