“In essence, we never leave our orphanage.
We move from one alienating place to another.
Which is no less alienating.
We simply change the site of practice.”
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 visiting my orphanage a long time ago.
It’s not a welcoming place.
The nuns who work there are generally very kind.
But the place….
The place is haunting.
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