On travels
Today I remembered how I define my belongings: it’s places and people that foster my authentic self. And so, I do not belong to one country, or two. In fact, countries, citizenships are my Stopping Places. So is each and every person who actively respects me for who I am and keeps me safe, nurtured. Without those kind people, groups, belongings, I would not be able to do the work I do and help others. The last book was blooming hard to read but now I have time to learn this new Stopping Place of mine. Marvellous book!!!
