Just as the Child Jesus and the Holy Family resiliently migrated to continue their mission, each of the migrants sheds their plumage and forges ahead with faith and hope for a better tomorrow...


Like birds ...

You are left without a tree to call home, you migrate, the climate subjects you to change, you migrate, the earth trembles and transforms, you migrate, because of the hatred of others, you migrate, because you are not welcome, you migrate...

But the bird, alone or in a flock, migrates to a better world, survival or style, path or destiny... migrating is like carrying home in your chest, but an uncertainty on your feet...

Just like birds of special species migrate, you learn to carry what you call home on your wings, to trust in the special instinct that guides you even when you have no route, compass, or map to guide you...

Migrating is learning in loss, in nostalgia, in solitude with another language to say I can, I want, I will be, and to hold in your heart the love of your loved ones whom you will never hold again.