From My Favourite Deep Thinker
"Sometimes floodwaters enter our homes, sometimes they enter our lives, soaking, wiping all that we take for granted—our social beliefs, our skillsets, our place in hierarchy of things, our access to resources, our relationships, everything. We are forced to evacuate structures we called home — that which IS and WILL BE— and find ourselves in the relief camps of life. Here we sit stunned by loss, with uncertain days and bewildering tomorrows, at the mercy of strangers and systems beyond our control. Here we sit as refugees from hope, haunted by a yearning for better days.
Here we discover the other side of the world, that which always was. Like the shadow of silence between our words -- emptied of meaning, emptied of intention.
Only some of us get to return home. For others, we have to learn the art of making sea our home." ~Bhavana Nissima
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