When my hands are occupied, my heart ceases its senseless bounding around and settles quietly for a while, like a puppy finally calmed.
I dug out some felt and started on a banner. It’ll say, “Good Morning, Dear Earth”, the opening line to the traditional Waldorf greeting song that we sing each morning.
I already have this banner, in a paler yellow. It has been folded away since I made it a year ago.
I had nowhere to hang it, you see.
Last night, I pulled it out of its box and hung it over the fireplace in the school/dining room. It fits between two windows, right where the sun rises.
I felt an ache in my chest, a happy ache.
I have never belonged anywhere – I crossed the earth and still couldn’t find a place to settle.
Until now. Now I finally feel that I am home.