In the pause before the push, we ground ourselves. In the pause before the push, we found ourselves. In the pause before the push, we let ourselves stretch, grow, become a whole planet.

This summer I discovered I was not homeless but home, more. Home here and there. Home in several states. With many memory keepers. With family that is blood, and family that is chosen. Driving to each of them, connecting myself to my magic, which is tucked in corners of roads all over.