slowing down
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Security Is Not Evenly Held
There is a cold moving across so many places right now; the kind that settles deep, that asks real questions of the body. -31 is not a metaphor. It is not atmosphere. It is a condition that demands shelter, heat, and protection. Inside, the fireplace is lit. The room holds its warmth. The floors are… Continue reading
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Sunday Morning
Mid-January cold. The kind that clears the mind. Parka zipped, thermos of chai warm in my hand, steam meeting the wind. It’s quiet outside except for the howl of the wind between the trees: branches moving, boots crunching, breath visible for a moment before it disappears. No destination. No pace to keep. Just movement for… Continue reading
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On Taking Time for Yourself (and Why I No Longer Apologize for It)
There was a time when I believed my value was measured by how long I stayed at my desk. I would arrive at the office, sit down, open my computer, and barely move until it was time to leave, usually long after the sun had already set. Lunch was eaten one-handed, eyes still on the… Continue reading