It takes a lot of bravery to come home. When I speak about coming home, I mean it in a couple of ways. There’s the literal sense of me returning to the town I grew up in. A town that I left almost 35 years ago and [with the exception of a few holiday visits] haven’t ever really come back to. The experience of returning to Cody has rocked the foundation of my life. Not only through the process of caring for my father, which certainly can’t be underestimated. It’s a daily journey that breaks me open to deeper and deeper levels of trust, insight, and compassion in almost every moment
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