These are hands of healing.
As we age, as we travel and explore,
we will find that community is everything.
It doesn’t matter where you go, you can discover the wonders of the world.
Community is what keeps you grounded. Your people are your foundation. The rock which anchors you and the glue that holds you together.
When you are part of something bigger, something that fills you up with warmth and love then there is no comparison to the feeling of coming home.
How someone shows up for you whether you’re happy, frustrated, tired or sad. Someone who loves all of you and is there for every high and every low.
These are your people.
The ones who remind you who you are when you’ve been wandering in the dark.
They are your mountains,
your rivers which meet your ocean.
An estuary of healing.
You pour into them, as they do you.
They recenter and ignite you.
This love is both unconditional and accountable.
They love you completely as you are,
they will tell you when you’ve been out of character.
They are mirrors of you.
The love you embody in physical reflections of beings.
They are your lovers, your best friends, your sisters & brothers, your teachers, your children and your healers.
What you give is what you receive.
They remind you of your humanity and your essence.
No matter where you are, community is everything.
They are the ones waiting with open arms saying
“welcome home”




