05/12/2026
I’m currently moving through something(s) that simultaneously feels like a first experience and what I’ve always known I would approach. I’m already doing it as much as I’m actually not doing it. It’s my creative practice as much as it is my Work as much as it is my next chapter of learning, growing, expanding, releasing and healing.
I’ve been spending a lot of time both witnessing and thinking about. Every day, every night. But it’s no singular word, nor is it a succinct event. I’ve talked about parts of it (thank you, Close Ones) and parts of it have also been seen… but it’s going to take time that *I* didn’t think it “should”.
It’s liminal/transitional/portals/eye of a needle. It is what I’m seeking seeking me except I’m scared. It feels too good to be true; it seems way too simple. So I’m doing this dance of resisting and practicing; the same breath is inhaling anticipation and exhaling allowing. It feels like something I want to share here but also something so big it could never be fully held and honored in this version of interacting. Yet it’s also exactly part of the whole. This caption says everything I want to but probably reads as a lot of nothing for anyone else.
The one certainty that remains consistent throughout my weeks is that I’m going to continue to be here now.
