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The way the sun hit this sign this morning slowed and flooded me with gratitude for the ways I’ve been cracked open and expanded over these past few months. ☀️✨

Since May 2024, I’ve carried this sign with me across the many places I’ve traveled and stayed. Along the way, I’ve deepened my connection to myself, to the many people who have welcomed me into their homes (or casitas, tents, hobbit houses!) and to the natural world that holds us all.

For me, relationships are what make a place feel like home—and relationships are always evolving. Including the relationship I have with myself. While my traditional sense of home has been disrupted, my sense of belonging in supportive community has only grown stronger.

In reflecting on your own journey and your family’s legacy, here are a few questions you might consider—either for yourself or in conversation with the elders in your life:

🧭 If home is not just a place, what’s one word you would use to describe it?

🏡How has your experience of home changed over the course of your life?

🌿 Is there a moment or phase in your life when you truly felt at peace in your sense of home and belonging? What are the most vivid sights, sounds, smells, textures, and tastes from that time?

💫When you think about “home,” what comes up for you?

🌪️ Was there a time when your sense of home was disrupted? In that season, what (or who) did you feel most connected to?

Wherever you are right now—whatever feels like home—I hope you’re finding moments of grounding, connection, and belonging.

If this sparks anything for you, I’d love to hear about it. You can contact me here or connect on LinkedIn.