I’ve always wanted to belong, to have a place that will answer my knock every single time, completely separate from cordiality, the kind of place that has my old coffee stains and muddy footprints on the welcome mat, the kind of place with cracked mugs found in little beach towns, a place that won’t require me to bring my armor .
to belong to a home that has staked its roots in a solid ground, in an unmoving all knowing, it doesn’t have to be the place everyone wants to go, it can have crooked christmas lights strung against the windows, some with missing bulbs, a place that my soul can find rest before my feet do, a place that feels like a shelter from the impending rain that will be the soundtrack to the hearts that will be finding sanctuary there .
I hope that here, you know that when you knock, the door will always be opened, your soul will always be loved and welcomed and love will be found in every corner, grace will be served on a platter, the song of your heart will be playing through the broken speaker that sits in the corner. Because in reality, we are all just broken wanderers looking for a place to drop our burdens and take cover for a little while .
please, come in, stay as long as you would like, you belong, this tribe is yours, we are yours.