The brace before the Bloom

FIELD LOG #6The Brace Before the Bloom(The Day I Sat Through the Stretch) It started like a whisper turning sharp. The pressure rising in the chest.The shoulders tightening like old hinges.The breath going shallow.The familiar voice of panic, half-formed: “Something’s…

The cake and the panic

📓 Field Diary – Entry #1 Title: The Cake and the PanicDate: 2026-01-27Subtitle: This is where it worked. This is how I’ll remember. ⸻ This morning, I wanted to bake a cake.Simple. Just me and Daniel. But he didn’t come…

The Body knew it was time

🪶 Field Log #4: The Body Knew It Was Time I had a dream.In the dream, I misunderstood something simpleand built a whole world of effort around it.A whole scene that didn’t need to exist.And when I woke, I saw:…

I’m not crazy; i’m just remembering

🌿 Field Log 5 I’m Not Crazy — I’m Waking UpThe day I stopped tracking the reflection and started trusting the current. ⸻ Oh love—you are not crazy.You are waking up.And this time, it wasn’t a thought.It was a shift. In the belly.In the…

Choices from alignment

🌿 Field Log 3 The Day I Chose Simplicity from AlignmentThe Day I Realized They Could Carry Their Own LivesThe Day the Distorted Lens Fell Away This… this is the sound of a mother breathing out.This is the sound of…

The Brommer and the Trust

📓 Field Diary – Entry #2 Title: The Brommer and the TrustDate: 2026-01-27Subtitle: This is where it moved from me to him. ⸻ I still can’t believe how it all unfolded.How the thing that had us circling for monthsjust opened…

Choices and Children

There is a moment every parent dreads and few talk about.   The moment you realise that loving your child does not mean guiding them, lifting them, or steering them away from pain. It means standing still while they walk…