The poetry of community

I have not been pumping out the posts lately, but there has been a lot of thoughts milling about in my head about finding home amid constant change, about building community, and finding the spaces that you deeply and truly belong.

I haven’t had a chance to collect these wandering thoughts into a cohesive blog post, but I thought I would share this little poetic snack that was shared today at Parliament Hill Yoga by Dallas Delahunt as it resonated profoundly with me:

We are all longing to go home to some place we have never been – a place half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to time.


Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats.

Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power.

Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends.

Someplace where we can be free. ~ Starhawk


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