On remaining connected (& fiercely alive) no matter what.

This doesn't need a subtitle.

I’m free-writing this.

I’ve written several Substack posts over the last few weeks, and I haven’t shared them.

When the time has come to press SEND, it hasn’t felt right.

I’m grappling with—curious about—why, and also accepting.

Sometimes the power of writing is just in writing. Even if it was originally intended to go beyond me.

I feel deeply humbled right now. I don’t have all of the answers. And that’s a fucking beautiful thing. I notice myself move between modes of being and curiosity (attention out on the world at large, in all its incarnations), and I surrender the need to be right.

There is no right or wrong [response] here. It is all right. We are all right. We are going to be alright.

We are always breaking in, out, up, and through.

This is life.
This is what it means to be alive.

I’m grateful for it.

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