I was traveling with a friend. As we arrived at a beautiful space, we paused. We remained silent for a while, absorbing the atmosphere.

I said to my friend, “I want to stay here. I don’t want to leave. I am afraid of what is out there. Out there, I don’t feel safe.” My beloved friend responded, “Where is ‘here’? What is ‘here’? What does ‘leaving’ mean? And what is “out there”?”

I didn’t answer then. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say.

For we both knew–my friend knew all along, I had just realized then–that I wasn’t talking about a physical space. “Here” was–always has been, always is and always will be–a state of mind. A state of being.

And, right now, I miss being here. I really do.

Please allow me to return. Please allow me to stay. Here.

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