Sharon and I went to see a performance during the week, for a show titled ‘The Complexity of Belonging’. A line from it has stuck with me ever since – belonging is being an element in a set.
There’s a completeness to belonging. A sense of finishing off. Sharing value. Creating a whole. And that takes awareness – of self, of other, of us.
Do we belong in a place?
In a group?
And does the place, the group, belong to us as well? Do they even know we are here?
Is belonging a thing, or a here, or a this, or a feeling, passing like sand blown on a breeze, settling and unsettling all at once?