Our house is on the market, we’re preparing to move 45 minutes south, it’s the height of tax season, and Mike can’t lift anything while he waits for hernia surgery.
On top of that, my 93‑year‑old father is recovering from a severe fall, and my heart is stretched across the world as people I love navigate frightening, unfamiliar events.
In all of this, the practices that usually ground me — writing, reading, reflection — have been harder to reach.
Some days it feels like the world is rushing by faster than I can move.
I know I’m not the only one carrying a lot right now.
If you’re in a season that feels heavy, disorienting, or simply full, you’re welcome to bring that here.
This community is a place to show up as you are, steady, scattered, hopeful, overwhelmed, or anything in between.
What’s on your plate today, and how are you holding it?