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I come from a land where mythology was taught as part of history, where children picked up flying saucers from the ground, blessed them and ate them like holy communion wafers.
When I felt farthest from myself.
Ritual burials in our back garden. I would wrap little dead ladybirds and insects in tinfoil, have a funeral procession & make them crosses from lollipop sticks. I remember it as a very relaxing time!
For me, home is anywhere I feel relaxed, appreciated and connected with people I love.
home is where the heart is