Imagine traveling with your entire family, strangers or alone by land and waterway. Moving for miles with just a few things in hand, with the hopes of making life anew. This journey is tireless. You move through lands of many tongues only to be halted once you’ve arrived, to “the promised land.” The land of milk and honey. The one you’ve heard so much of and risked life and limb for the opportunity to make new, to make “better.” To be met with hoof and swinging leather. But the effort is no less, you still believe, you still hope. There should be a welcome sign for you. Some from faraway troubled lands, have been blessed by the clouds in the sky. Yet you traversed land, waded water, logged many miles under foot. I honor you, let your journey be blessed, let this new land with tragic beginnings, open herself to you, come, become, start anew. We all need to start anew.