“A slight shift in perspective to our collective “homelessness” brings us no closer to home.
But it puts us in good company.
And relieves us of the burden of feeling lost”
The following is from a series of musings on trauma, memory, community, and place. The introduction to the series and beginning essay [link] explains the purpose of this month of entries.
I remember when we marched to the border with Palestine on May 15, 2011.
To celebrate the Right of Return.
I was there against doctor’s orders.
I was freshly stitched and stapled up from hernia surgery.
After we arrived, I saw elderly men and women being carried around by their family members just so they could take part in the event.
This in and of itself alleviated my pain quite a bit.
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