Going home is a common enough phrase, as in “I am going home after work.” or “I will be going home two weeks after that.” But now, in these times, I find myself using the phrase in an entirely different way – “I want to go home!” That phrase keeps popping up in my head, often followed by, “I want my mother!”, as irrational as that is. What do I mean? What do I want? I mean that I want a place of comfort, security, safety. Deep down, I don’t mean the space where I currently live and pay money to do so. I mean a place that can shelter and protect me from the current storms of virus and economic collapse. There are two places where I expect to receive such solace: from a faith community and from the Earth.