Homeward Bound

Home. What a curious word. More feeling than place- the feeling of being settled, supported, familiarity, warmth. For years this city- New York- felt like so much of the opposite, and I thought it wasn’t the city for me. This dis-ease I felt, however, was not the city itself, but the home of my own body, my own mind, and after years of intensively healing myself, I’ve been hearing my heart harkening me back.

As much as I fought this part of myself while I was doing the work in Denver, this is my natural state. In an evening gown, drinking champagne- with my family (dad photographed) in New York. Sometimes, maybe, in doing the work, we end up right where we started, but as we should have been; strong, vital, integrated, and happy. 

This piece was originally featured in a November 24, 2019 post on Instagram at @themorganmay