When digging becomes a loop
I was born in this house.I left it once.Or so I thought. I moved to another house,I built a life,but I’m back now —not just physically.Energetically. And I see it now.I never really left.Not on the inside. I’ve lived an…
Month December 2025
a barefoot december kitchen
It wasn’t a grand moment.It was butter.Melting.A gentle hiss rising as it kissed the hot pan.The batter followed like a quiet exhale — slow, certain, unapologetically thick. I stood barefoot in my December kitchen,no socks, no rush, no need.Just skin…
The loop that always promised later
There he stood, again. Arms crossed, volcano rumbling under his chest, the “No!” written all over his body. My son. But not just my son—my mirror. He was stuck in a loop. I saw it. Felt it. Knew it. But…
The Orange Albums and the Girl Who Knewed
Dear traveler, There are moments when you don’t realize you’re meeting an old friend — not until you’re halfway through the conversation, and your whole body remembers. That happened to me this week. Her name was never said out loud,…
The egg that became a signpost
The Missing Egg This actually happened. There we were, my son and I, ready to bake a chocolate cake. But there was one egg too little. I explained. He resisted. He stepped into his loop: “You need to get the egg.…