I was surprised when Hestia called to me, & I worried I would let her down. I'm not good at homemaking. I'm not good at belonging. My parents never taught me about care, safety, and rest. They didn't know how to nourish & tend to themselves, much less their children
I told her that. I told her that I struggle to cook, that I forget to eat. That I'm often too tired or too sick to clean. That I don't remember how to feel at home in my body & in this world. I told her that I couldn't do it, though I desperately wanted to
But she told me that every step on the journey home is sacred to her—however faltering, fearful or imperfect those steps may be. She said she reached out to me because of my commitment to start where I am, use what I have, and do what I can
So long as we are trying to nurture ourselves & our loved ones, we have already made Hestia proud 🏠 She loves trauma survivors, watches over our recovery every day, & blesses us on the long and difficult road home
Much love everyone ❤︎ there's space by the fire for all of us
