When I think of home many ideas come to mind, I think of life as home, home as a fundamental right. This right must be returned to the people, be it in the form of a piece of land they can call their own or a space where they can be and build family. I continued to dream as I listened to our colleagues Donna and Leonard as they shared with us their thoughts on leadership and non-violence. There were times when I was overcome with fear, for the dream seemed so far away, silent, unfocused, taking second place to the numerous concerns that dominate our individual and collective lives. I realize that the more we get caught up with wanting to redefine roles the more we lose sight of the dream, the dream that the God of life wants to share with us in our personal and collective stories.
Home is something that is identified with the life of persons, individuals, peoples.
To recuperate this sacrament or this language is to reclaim our history, to reconcile with it so that we can become part of an even greater story, one where all of humanity and all of creation can be at home. Home means familiarity, rights, kindness, intimacy, justice, respect for persons and things. Home is actions, odors, specific scents, voices, silence, food, sun and shade. Home is a place where I can develop and express my deepest self, where I can take initiatives and feel a sense of deep familiarity with persons and things. Home is where we live a mystique, one where body and mystery coincide.