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My presence doesn’t slip quietly into the background.It arrives. It disrupts. It exposes. Not through effort but through frequency.You’re not triggered by my actions or words. You’re triggered by what you can’t categorize about me.The confidence that wasn’t granted by applause.The self-worth that did not require permission.The direction that no mentor authored.The energy that asks... Continue Reading →
I no longer mistake collapse for calling,nor absence for loss.The tremors that once splintered menow pass clean through -like wind through a netwoven from ten thousand hours of return. They call it confidence.I call it reclamation -the slow extraction of myselffrom all the places I was taught to vanish.I didn’t inherit this steadiness;I quarried itfrom... Continue Reading →
Dear ages ago, it's me. I have an update from the not too far away future. Love has healed my mind, love has healed my body. My blood reports reflect an internal revolution. My days are filled with duties and deadlines, my breaks are filled with him. My career is the trickle of ice water... Continue Reading →
The Dancing Yogi 