Life moves.
We forget.
Then we remember.
Again and again.
We wake.
We carry stories.
We lose contact.
We return.
Again and again.
“Death visits us just once, but we get to live again and again every time we wake.”
This community exists for that returning.
Here, there is no fixing. No becoming better.
Only paying attention. Only opening what fear closes.
Again and again.
$1/month. A small reminder to live.
If you’re tired of asking what went wrong, and feel life still breathing underneath —
you can sit here.
—
Juulia
thinker, artist
learning to live, again and again