On Chicken Coops and Belonging

It has always been you. Waiting patiently at the edges for a chance to slip back in and take up residence. Quietly, patiently. I had thought you were a forgotten thing- relegated to a more idealistic time. Consigned to that space in time that was meant to be outgrown. Time inching forward, people scattering and forgetting.

I have been writing about you lately- timidly at first and now boldly penning out the parameters of your truly beautiful existence. Pining for the inevitable reality of life together, but enjoying this time to be alone with the thought of you. Excited to learn how you are making yourself known again to all of us who were tempted to be among the forgetting.

You are giving us life again. You are inviting us to dream about what art to hang up on our walls and how to build chicken coops and which spaces will house our deepest healing. A place we will cry and rejoice and open up our hearts together. Together.

You are pulling us forward and it feels exhilarating, frightening and lovely all at once. You are moving us towards a sense of belonging. An infinite amount of belonging. It doesn't make sense and yet it makes all the sense in the world. It is crazy and it is beautiful and I feel full with all of it.

So I'm ready to dream again as you step from the edges and come back into focus. Because it has always been you.