Hello, friends.

Thank you for your attention today. My thoughts this morning seemed to keep returning to what it is to be home. To feel at home. Having been a person without a house many times in my life, and sometimes having a house that was unsafe to be in for many different reasons, I have learned firsthand that to be at home has little to do with addresses and much more with where I can feel safe, rested, and cared for. When we have difficulty finding these ways of being in our own bodies, it can be quite challenging to want to keep a practice of embodying our present moment.

So, we practice. And we keep practicing. And we shift and we ebb and we flow and we practice. Breathing in, Breathing out.

Then we are met with the synchronous nature of being here and now. There we find our friends who meet us “in the space between what is right and what is wrong”. Today, we find bell hooks in that place.

Appalachian Elegy 32. bell hooks walking the long way home walking ever so slow talking to be wholly in this world of wonder standing still waiting standing in the center of a long and winding dirt road leading uphill to a small house surrounded by lilacs black-eyed susans roses and honeysuckle vines a bench at the bottom that bodies may rest before they climb

Be wholly in this world of wonder, friends. Be still and wait.

All In Love,

Michael