Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

You belong here, as do the ocean, your children, your husband, your hopes, your hurdles, your dreams, your desires, the legs that walk this earth, the eyes that see these trees, you belong here, next to things that challenge you, next to moments we face our fears, next to one particular harbor, next to a margaritaville, next to everything that welcomes you to paradise, including the yellow brick house. This season, this moment, this hour, and with those you call your own, know you belong here, next to them, for in the end, here is all that matters. Keep this.