living in the moment

  • The Field Between Omens

    When I drove past the black dog with black eyes standing at the corner I knew it was the sign that everything was going to be alright. Which makes absolutely no sense. The dog didn’t speak. It didn’t move. It didn’t lift one paw and point dramatically toward my future. It simply stood there. Black…

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  • People who had access to you never really understood how unavailable you were to the rest of the world… until they became the rest of the world. That version of you… it felt easy, didn’t it? Before all of this. Before the awareness.Before the language.Before you started dissecting your own existence like it was something…

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  • There’s a quiet shift that happens when you stop tugging on yesterday and stop rehearsing tomorrow.It isn’t dramatic.It doesn’t arrive with a lesson or a warning.It just settles around you like warm air in a room that finally remembers the shape of your breathing. Being here — right here — is its own kind of…

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