The opposite of belonging is to feel isolated
and always (all ways) on the margin
It was in Egypt, the weeks that marked the change of a millennium. I belonged to a travelling band of family members, strangers and bedouins. The desert-dwellers were our guides in a boundless sea of sand. Boundless, yet their space. They walked their camels with a sense of belonging and accountability. We, trained in isolating ourselves from community, rather than owning it, could temporarily be part of their sense of safety.
What we overcame in Egypt, albeit in the time-bound setting of an organised trip, is fragmentation.
(Lines by Peter Block)