“Only after disaster can we be resurrected.” Chuck Palahniuk
What do you do when you’ve got no place to go?
And where you’re at at the moment is frightening and tenuous and no longer home?
I watch them on the news; those a half a world away and I wonder, “Where will they go?” Not across the street to the neighbors, not across town to family
has been swept away.
Quite often we believe “well if worse comes to worse I can always go home.” But what if your home no longer exists and has been completely obliterated from the face of the earth
the only dimension where a figment of home exists is in your memory?
I find this sad. Profoundly sad. And I admire the courage of those who find themselves in this “place’ and experience it with a sense of grace and stoicism found only in the truly heroic.
And in the midst of it all, not to feel overwhelmed to the point of inaction and defeating the urge to shift into indifference because indifference is easy and doesn’t require emotion or investment of self.
A self that has no place to call his own,
or no place to lay her head.
And I finish my day with a sense of gratefulness for home and a heavy heart for those who have to create a home in a sense of volatile temporariness.