Within oneself, a migrant

Everybody is a migrant in his or her own way. Some are forced to migrate, forced out by the violence of the events (political, climatic...). Too many, certainly.

However, there is another migration which affects all of us. Together, we are all migrants, in our hearts.

This migration which, in the course of our unique and special stories, is cause that one day, whatever our age, for reasons as diverse as the stars in the sky, a migration occurs within us. Often, the result of an invitation or of an overwhelming resistance.

So, just like a liberating surrender, could the meeting of others in their – forced – migration not be the source of "my migration", a journey within oneself, for me, for us, for you?