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Every day I take time out from the world. I come home from traveling through bus rides and class notes, group projects and math assessments, practice sessions and dance and cirque rehearsals, and I dive into my space — my room, my bed and some snuggles with my cat. No matter where I have traveled that day or week, I am safe there and I can just chill out.
In church, they talk about being still and quiet, and this is my place and my time to do that. I slow down. I let out my worries and my hopes. And I can just be.
That’s my pilgrimage: to get back to my soft landing place and just rest.
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