Visiting Hampshire this weekend to say goodbye, I was struck by the sense memory of having been somewhere, once, where I was trusted and supported by the institution & community as a whole. Where everyone believed that me following my interests, values and passions was not a threat to others but a benefit to them. Where I could find & be my authentic self and that was inherently a gift to others.
So much of the world, even good places and good people, are pervaded by a sense of precarity. A feeling like you have to justify yourself to deserve support. If I can find more ways to bring that sense memory, that ethos and lived practice, into our needlessly precarious world, then I can think of no better way to keep Hampshire alive