I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.
The first week of June was intense.
Summer, friendship, a childhood memory. And the new wave of uprisings.
On leadership, burnout, and gratitude for the deep support of others.
Internal movement research, friendship, roses, ostriching.
A week that felt like a turning point, almost two months into shelter-in-place.
One week near the end of April.