These reflections come from the questions, changes, losses, discoveries,
and ordinary moments that ask me to stop long enough to put words around them.
For much of my life, I didn’t really know what it felt like to be held. Over time, I came to understand that being held was not only physical. It was the experience of knowing I didn’t have to carry everything alone.
I had spent years creating things meant to offer other people warmth, safety, and the feeling of being held. It took a night in the hospital for me to understand what it meant to let that same care reach me.
