I am standing in a sunny spot between two great trees on a hot hot day. Under each tree there are groups of people, wonderfully friendly, and all quite comfortably cool in the shade of their tree’s mighty branches. I am burning up, sweating and still underneath our firey angel, but still all the same unable unwilling to move to the shelter that surrounds me.There is a part of me that right now wants to live a distance away, raise children in an family who might otherwise not have such an opportunity, and leave this place of polarity … could this be considered running away, or running home?
