Repeated gestures, not of productivity, but of presence.

Sometimes the future is already here.

There was a tenderness I didn’t realize I had been craving.

I used to think an action was enough.

I used to think growth was about getting stronger, faster, better.

What gives energy today might ask for it tomorrow.

Environments have a silent authority.

The pull to return to what is known can be strong.

There’s something seductive about having a plan.

I used to think there needed to be a blueprint, a tradition to hold on to.

I would host my own funeral. A living one.

When it came to writing my living obituary, my page stayed blank

Being a beginner takes effort.

Most things aren’t that important.

Nothing matched the map in my mind. And that was the gift.