On Longing
It’s been a night of saudade. We long to feel ourselves and our homes.
Sometimes it’s not enough to say that we bring home with us here, or that we are who we are inside.
That’s allowed to not be enough, and we’re allowed to have moments of intense emotional longing. It’s okay. It will pass.
On Longing
We are dusty travelers for various different reasons all homesick at times in an unfamiliar place.
These nights i always want to sit out and watch the stars and just… talk about our homes. To share and hold each other softly and to focus on Seeing each other.
It is the sort of self care i have come to realize that i need.
On Longing, species dysphoria
I have grown with the bittersweet feeling. It is odd to love something that sometimes hurts so much, but i love who we are.
I will always try to being it all closer together. It’s what i’m here for. I’m lucky enough to have helped many folks, and I don’t plan on stopping.
So i will absolutely seek out opportunities with others to feel vivid, and seen. It is who i am, and i KNOW what being seen does to our otherworld hearts.
May we gaze up at the stars one day towards the space where Earth would be and smile at all that we are and have been.
May we all have the chance to heal from this life in the next, and may we channel what strength we can to survive, leave the world better than when we came, and plant beacons for the future to see.
May we celebrate now all that we are and would be. May we dance in each others glow to the beat of our communal heart.
