The long wait is almost over. After months of separation, the long-awaited reunion. In the days to come there will be complicated recalibrations as people who have had to contend with life apart reestablish how to contend with life together. But for now, in this last moment, only the complete open-heartedness of the end of waiting.
Who have you welcomed home?
Once, a long time ago, in a fairy like time, I had a friend named Harold, Well, I call him a friend but there were acrimonious separations and reunions; there were sharp words and friendly ones. He came and went and each time, even though I knew that there would be more departures, I waited for the returns. The last return was his return to ashes, which I scattered in places he had known and loved.