A midsummer note for anyone living in the questions. There’s a certain kind of ache that doesn’t mean something’s wrong—it means something is waking up.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a restlessness that doesn’t want to be solved. It wants to be listened to. There’s something stirring under the surface of my life, something tender and wild, something that feels more like ripeness than confusion.

In this midsummer letter, I’m writing from the edge—where grief meets joy, where the ache opens into aliveness, and where the questions are louder than the answers. It’s not a polished reflection. It’s a real one.

If you’ve been feeling a shift you can’t quite name…If you’re finding yourself more tender than usual…If you’re living between clarity and becoming…This letter is for you.

This is a revolutionary time. We must do our inner work, friends. The momentum of our outer work will be carried by it. Standing in solidarity, with boots-on-the-ground action, and courageous listening…