Oct 7, 2025
We speak—every week, the same questions, the same quiet. And yet, the answers keep changing. Because this ritual is about seeing. About listening, without correcting. About finding truth in the space between words.
Last night, something she said broke me open. Her care became the frame that held my authority together. That’s what trust looks like: not the absence of fear, but the courage to stay open.
✦ When She Held Me — new essay on dialogue, trust, and the quiet work of staying seen. Now on Substack.
