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“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
The practice of seeing, naming, and holding what has been lived.
“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
Hot stones. That is the only way I can think to describe it. A burning that settles at the base of your…
The camera comes out even before the feeling does. Before grief has settled into the body, it is already a caption. Before…
She is still here. You can find her if you search. The woman you were six months ago, a year ago, before…
There is a moment before the words come. It is quiet, but not peaceful. It is the moment when your body remembers…
Your story is not a luxury. It isn’t something to save for when life slows down. In this moment, when so many…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…
This post is part of From Unravelling to Weaving: My Journey to Recollections Within, a foundational five-part series following my personal path…