These reflections come from the questions, changes, losses, discoveries,
and ordinary moments that ask me to stop long enough to put words around them.
I’ve been quiet for a while.
Not the kind of quiet that feels spacious or chosen— but the kind that comes when life pulls everything apart.
There was flooding in my studio. Damage. Disruption. Things I had built, things I had relied on—suddenly not holding in the way I thought they would.
