I'm on sabbatical until January 2025

See you in the new year!

I hold a memory from an age that can be held up on the fingers of one hand. 

After being honest about something, I was punished swiftly and the thought, 
"I can't tell the truth" 
dug hooks into my pre-school body. 

It often feels like my life's most urgent work is to heal that self-inflicted emotional wound, to remain impartial to the thoughts that radiate from my center and not run them through filters of palatability before claiming them as my own. 

A large part of that work is observing. 
Being present with sensations.  
Reminding myself I am seperate from the emotion itself. 
Giving myself a break. 

That is where my best writing comes from. 
In short, it’s that time again.

This is my last offering of the calendar year until I return and share even more of my heart's truth with you. 

And since possibility thrives where there are no fences, I'm excited to rest and let my imagination run free during this downtime. 

I plan to read novels, write in earnest, travel with the love of my life and continue to marvel at nature's overwhelming grace and might. 

My wish for you is to do the same - to fall into moments of enjoyment that feel as natural as breathing. 

You are loved,

R.