There are moments on a path that don’t feel like breakthroughs. They don’t arrive with clarity or certainty. They come quietly, often in the middle of the night, when something inside you won’t let you sleep.
I woke this morning with a question that didn’t feel like something I was asking so much as something that had been trying to reach me. What if I stopped trying to be seen or understood and simply lived and created in the way I am most drawn to live and create?
