These reflections come from the questions, changes, losses, discoveries,
and ordinary moments that ask me to stop long enough to put words around them.
Re-membering was never about finding someone new. It was about gathering the scattered pieces of myself and bringing them home. What I didn’t expect was how much would change once I had to live with all of me here.
Some of the most important things I’ve ever known came before I had language for them. Painting, writing, cloth, ceremony, and the body each reached a different part of me. There was never only one way back.
