In the midst of Fall transitions, join us to remember the power of belonging and the struggle to find it for ourselves and with others. In the words of poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, “Our actions are essential to the one infinite story of what it is to be alive. We are the dust, the dust that hopes, a rising of dust, a thrill of dust, the dust that dances in the light with all other dust, the dust that makes the world.” Come, let’s be dust together.