Wide concrete corridors filled with light And rows of vinyl-covered seating Host crowds of strangers weighed down By rucksacks and wheelie bags, Rushing—or meandering— Through the onslaught of many tongues Mingled in the common language of travel. The cities, countries, even continents, change, But this space, with its queues and coffee shops, Stays the same—an international haven For all those in between: between homes, between jobs, between the ordinary and adventure, or tragedy, or joy… This world between worlds offers escape— A rush of adrenaline, or the calming Familiarity of hundreds of journeys taken: A sacred space for reflection, anticipation, prayer.
Born a Colorado girl, Becky now makes her home in the UK. A teacher without a classroom and a homebody turned global leader, Becky makes sense of the many paradoxes in her life through her poetry. She's been a part of The Habitation poetry group since its inception.