Come, gather round

We are making our way back to tribe and fire.

I believe it is the true dwelling of the holy.

Here is where we see ourselves in each other.

Here is where I vow to remember who you are in moments when you forget and to forget who you are in order to welcome the ever-changing you.

Let the differences emerge in the tribe and let us tend to them with elastic hearts and cunning minds.
Let us bridge where tolerance feels elusive.

Let us love what is broken.

We cannot do it alone.

The fire is hot, come gather round.

Let’s see what we’ve got here. Here, in the holy temple of tribe.

Let’s see what happens if we lean into this experiment of belonging.