Chocolate croissants on Saturday afternoon when the only priority is sleeping in with you.
The sadness and grief come and go. Sometimes there’s fear too. They build a vivid story of all the potential scenarios that may never happen.
Hold space for sadness and grief.
Whereas fear is a shadow. A familiar alarm alerting my body. A natural response. A stressful one too.
I just want all the good in the world for my brothers.
I just want the dolphins to be safe and for mango season to arrive.
As an immigrant, I am always home. I am always home.
I take home with me.
I could never be alone.
My hope for the world is to feel what I am feeling.
I know my heart is not a house but I call it home.
I call you
Home
How truly remarkable is this world? Where Saturday afternoon is greeted with a chocolate buttery croissant and the only priority is sleeping in with you.

















