To the Winter in All of Us
The world tells you that winter is only a passageway to spring but I know it doesn’t always feel that way. It can feel like an eternity of bare branches, dark news, and heavy skies, like joy is something that happened to someone else in another lifetime. But there is something else I want you to know…
To All of Us, Feeling the Weight of the World
There are days when the air itself feels heavier, when the weight of what is happening around us presses into the quiet spaces of our lives. The world fractures, and somehow, you are expected to continue — working, tending, loving, showing up as if the ground beneath you is not shifting…
How to Keep Showing Up when the World Feels Heavy
Meaningful action alchemizes anxiety. Hope is not naive; it is radical. It is a defiant act in a world that tells you there is no point in trying…
To the One in the Storm
You have survived so much already, and yet here you are —standing in the middle of another storm that threatens to take all that remains. Or perhaps has already taken everything…
To the One who Desires to Release their Grasp on their Creature Comforts
New beginnings are not bound by calendars or circumstances. They are born in the smallest moments, in the quiet bravery of…