23/10/2025
No tidy bow, no polished ending… just the raw truth of the in-between.
Lately, I am experiencing the subtle intensity of my existence like never before.
When we truly dare to look at ourselves — really look — with honesty and courage, it can be disarming. Uncomfortable. Confronting. The questions arise like waves crashing on the shore:
🌿 Who am I?
🌿 How did I arrive here, sharing the things I share?
🌿 Who am I to support others?
🌿 Is the way I’m living truly sustainable — for myself, for my community?
For someone who has experienced more than one burnout… the answer, it seems, is: not yet.
And so I pause. I let the mud stir. I let the water ripple. I allow the questions to be asked, not for answers, but for the sake of the asking itself.
🌀 What does it mean to be human, in this moment? To be in this world, this body, this breath?
I rest in the unknown.
I rest in the discomfort.
I rest in the quiet knowing that I am the earth, and the clarity will come.
There is no neat conclusion here — and perhaps that’s the point. Life is not a paragraph with a full stop.
It is a dance. A swirl. A song unfolding.
And so it is.
