“Fitting in is about assessing a situation and becoming who you need to be in order to be accepted. Belonging, on the other hand, doesn’t require us to change who we are; it requires us to be who we are.” - Brené Brown

Lately, I have been appreciating my community in an abundant way. Perhaps my gratitude stems from that feeling of really belonging somewhere as opposed to fitting in. For so many of my formative years, I felt like I was fitting in. Finding my way through the ups and downs of teenage years, navigating life in small town Alberta with the very best friends and family. I found community in the arts and with my pals. I found it in the solitude to the valley, the changing earth beneath my feet in a mosaic of sedimentary rock surrounding me. Undoubtedly my appreciation for my community stems from the horrors of war that befall the Ukranian and Palestinian people, who are still fighting, still dying. To know that you are safe and healthy is a luxury we have that many others do not. As I move through what community means for me, ask yourself: where is my community and how do I honour who I am within it?

by Sadie Rosgen 

I stand in the reflection of my former self,
a silent beggar of the past. 
Marred by a mirror of fear and conformity, caught in a cyclone of savage enormity.

The discovery of self and why?
Who am I?

Transfixed by waves of sweeping change,
I move through the places that exist inside me.

I close my eyes and look inside,
meandering along, wild-eyed, 
knowing and not knowing.

Feeling whole now and completely here, 
I look outside of myself to land. Commanding the space outside,
I prepare to find my place, my tribe, 
a community with spirit enough to survive.