27/01/2026
Savouring the last moments in Portland.
There’s a particular tenderness that comes when a place has held you well
and it’s time to loosen your grip.
These days are slower.
I’m noticing small rituals, familiar streets, the quality of light,
and the subtle way endings invite gratitude rather than urgency.
Before movement, there is always this pause—
a moment to let what has mattered register in the body
before the next landscape begins to speak.
Holding Portland gently,
as we prepare to walk on. 🌿