The following beautiful poem by Merle Feld, called “Dreaming of Home,” was recently brought to my attention.
We want so much to be in that place
where we are respected and cherished,
nurtured, encouraged, heard.
And seen, seen
in all our loveliness,
in all our fragile strength.
safe in all our trembling vulnerability.
Where we are known and safe,
safe and known.
Is it possible?
We might ask ourselves and our forum mates if our forum is such a place? If yes, we are truly blessed. If not, what further questions might we ask?