Home is a People

A smile is the universal welcome.– Max Eastman

That swift hand pulled me gently forward, saying “Come, let me show you my people.” And there I stood in the midst of them, radiating warmth, feeling their kindness only a few breaths away, inwardly hearing their laughter for future days, their strength empowering me from shoulder to shoulder, our tears mingling in the name of a clan. I shook from head to toe, almost ready to convulse with pleasure and thought had I a chance to choose a different life for myself, this very one I would not abandon. I would not change it. In their  steady gazes and clasped hands it was though their very totem poured out and transformed mine into a beautiful existential reality; and in those peaceful short moments I was almost ready to fall at their feet and cry “I’m home! I’m home at last!”


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