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…

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…

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…