Reflections on community
Catherine Henderson writes about the refugee crisis
There is a yearning to belong that almost all of us feel from time to time. Perhaps it begins when we first get that sense of being a separate person. I still remember curling up against my mother in my parents’ bed and trying to match my breathing to hers. I couldn’t, of course. On conscious and unconscious levels we try to imitate the rhythms of those closest to us. In music and dance we move to the same beat, temporarily becoming one again. Women’s monthly cycles slip into sync when we live or work together. These patterns underpin our communities, connecting us invisibly.
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