It’s been a minute. I hope your 2022 is off to a great start. For me it started with the 8th Create It event, starting three new projects, and a not-Covid cold. Clearly it was time for me to chill, rest, and recover.

So, what did I do? Binge watch things of course. My favorite is an odd choice. Station Eleven, an HBO Max show based on the novel by Emily St. John Mandel.

It is an oddly funny, joyful, dystopian vision of the world 20 years after a pandemic. It’s built around a little girl who is given a rare copy of a book called Station Eleven who turns to the book for solace as she survives, even 20 years later.

There is a line from the book that is repeated frequently. “I remember damage. And escape. Then adrift in a stranger’s galaxy for a long time. But I’m safe now. I found it again. My home.”

It is not said so much about a house but about a way of being. Maybe connected to a place or people, but mostly a place inside. I remember damage. Now I’m home.

Home is in the end an inside job. Feeling safe and secure not because of where you are, but how you are. How you trust in yourself. Can you feel it? What would it take for you to feel it?

May you always feel at home.