In the hours before dawn, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed and think, “Migrant God, walk with me, write with me,” and “I am salt. I am light. I am made from the dust,” over and over again.
Migrant.
God.
Walk.
Write.
With.
Salt.
Light.
Dust..
These words comfort me.
I love words.
When I was a kid, I carried an old copy of Webster’s dictionary in my back pocket.
I still do.
When I have moments during the day when I am still and silent, I it and read a page or two and learn new words that I never knew before.
Words like sublime, intuitive, serendipitous and indomitable.
My word for 2021 is sanctuary.
When I was an English major at UNC-Chapel Hill, the most important paper I wrote was a research paper about the Sanctuary Movement.
Have you heard of it?
It was an underground railroad that helped protect refugees fleeing violence in Central America in the 1980’s.
The movement is still alive (and giving life) today.
I love the idea of doing sanctuary.
I love the idea of being sanctuary.
I hope you find sanctuary in my writing.
And in me.
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