What is homing? It is the instinct to return, to go to the place we remember. It is the ability to find, whether in dark or in daylight, one’s home place. We all know how to return home. Not matter how long it’s been, we find our way. We go through the night, over strange land, through tribes of strangers, without map and asking of the odd personages we meet along the road, “What is the way?”*
Clarissa Pinkola Estés
You are not at the end. You are standing at the next beginning–called not by certainty, but by resonance. The future remembers you. Will you remember it back?**
AleXander McManus
This future–
This me–
I remember,
And this remembering
forges the journey,
And the journey is my making–
As it is
for each of us–
*Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ Women Who Run With The Wolves;
**AleXander McManus’ Blue Moments.
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