we have been truly living our summer manifesto - walking beaches, hugging family and friends and catching up, laughing until we cry, and singing terribly and loudly while driving through the streets of my home. we have also had some very real and honest conversations with dear friends about the events in the states as of late. none of us with answers, but all of us seeking to find better ways to connect, create community, and be love amid times of fear.
they say you can never go home again...and in a sense, this is true. coming home is such a surreal event having lived so far away for so long. time is a trickster and while it is evident it has passed, there is a wave of nostalgia that always seems to hang in the air as if, by chance, time has stood still just a little bit. the neighborhoods are no longer recognizable as you knew them, but still offer a distant sense of familiarity. you all have grown older and experienced more but are able to conjure up childhood memories on a whim. you are quite aware of those important conversations with your most cherished ones as they linger deeply within your heart.
while our travels continue to take us onward, i am grateful to be able to return here- to reconnect with family and friends (some of whom i had not seen in 20 yrs!). i am grateful for the honest conversations that transpired. i am grateful for the journey and the lessons a trip home can lay at your feet.