Personal Journeys
The Year I Learned To Stay
On returning to a place that no longer exists the way you remembered it — and finding something truer beneath the ruin of expectation.
I came back to the forest after ten years away. Not the same forest — that one had burned. This was the new growth, keener and unfamiliar, a kind of beginning that could only exist because of the loss before it.
All Writings
Stories, Reflections & Experiences
Healing Reflections
What the Body Remembers After the Mind Forgets
Grief stored in the shoulders, in the jaw. Learning to listen.
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