Today is my homeland’s national day.
I am 2,500 km away. And have been for the good part of 20 years.
But I will never stop being a part of.
i don’t have to necessarily engage in a grand gesture to mark the day. I can may be cook some traditional food, and put some folk music on to dance to, and think some thoughts of home as I browse some old albums, and may be that’s enough to feel touched and attached.
It takes very little, no effort at all actually, to connect with things that you carry in your heart.
And that’s how it will always be.
Much Love,
Eliza Do Little (and may be nothing at all to feel at one with the land you come from)
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