Lots of pondering on belonging these days in my heart space. Here’s an imagined conversation between me and indwelling Spirit (italics). Please tell me, what does it take to belong? To belong? Say more. Well, must I jump through ten hula hoops blindfolded balancing on one toe? 
Some are gifted for the excitement of the circus, but I don’t require such practice. Do my prayers need to be pressed with perky punctuation through perfect, pursed lips? 
I’m not much concerned with perky, perfect or punctuation. Only with genuine expression of your heart space. If my eyes see rainbow coral reefs…