“There’s No Place Like Home”

“There’s No Place Like Home”

For decades I looked outward for signs of love, security, nurturing, belonging – home. A year ago my world didn’t fall apart but I did. This past year has gifted me countless opportunities to seek healing, therapy, healthy support, and tested my faith like never before. Broken, not knowing where to turn, and lost in darkness, the Light, which gave hope to my soul was found – within. The holy space – where Awe, Love, and Light reside – shone stronger and stronger, a beacon guiding me back to where God rests, where He never left – the seat of the soul. Much like Glinda, the Good Witch of the North, shared with Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy asked for help in going home, “You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to go back [home].”

 

 

As a child, my smiles faded to fears in this home, but through constant soul searching, awareness, and healing my visit last week to Chicago was guided by an inner Light that never waned.

How is it our childhood homes always seem so much bigger than they actually were? At its peak, this house held over a dozen family members who immigrated to this great nation as a tribe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No one was home when I knocked, so I took a moment of gratitude for my journey.

Deep in meditation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My soul sister, first friend in America, and blessing when I needed her most. Thirty-two years later, sitting on the same porch where she was raised three doors down from me, we reminisced about being little girls, laughing and enjoying life together with some Kool-Aid and Uno.

 

The fence is new, the playground old, the memories vibrant, and the gratitude endless.

Inside these doors wizards and warlocks, known as teachers, conjured up spells and magic that lasts to this day in my mind.

 

Public education is the key to a successful future for so many – especially people of color, inner city youth, and immigrants, which I was all of the above.

 

The corner where our family’s gas station stood.

An updated version of “Samita Service Station” as well as an updated version of Samita herself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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