
There’s a particular moment in the summer, somewhere after the solstice in June, when the sun’s power feels both restorative and relentless. Its light nourishes, yes, but it also reveals the ways in which we might be running too hot, spinning too fast, circling too many suns at once.
Everywhere I look I see this frenetic energy. So many plates spinning. So many to-dos. So many ways of being in ...

Hello,
Grief doesn't always arrive loudly.
Sometimes it walks beside us quietly, unspoken, unrecognised, even unnamed.
It may look like the death of someone we love.
The conversations we never got to have.
But it may also live in the loss of a role that once defined us.
The version of ourselves that never got to emerge.
A home we had to leave behind.
A friendship or community that has unraveled...

Hello,
I love this poem because it calls us back, it reminds us that grief is not only sorrow; it is testimony. It marks that something mattered. That someone mattered.
Grief is not a single event. It ripples. One loss stirs up others, personal, ancestral, communal. It sends tremors through the body, the memory, the very ground we walk on. It reminds us how interconnected we are, how even dista...
