Building Home
Where it all began. Pure chance that I found you, that we clicked so well, that our connection’s run shining through this whole time.
It is a scary thing to reach out knowing it is one step forward into a new world, and one step away from everything you knew.
But taking your hand into this free fall of novelty into this new season made everything feel so much warmer.
An adventure, a discovery.
Thank you for being the first one to hold me in that dawning life.
Not long after finding my first person, I found my first taste of the practice that became home.
Stepping into this felt natural, in the same way a musician feels like their instrument is an extension of their own body. Perfect harmony with the frequency that hummed along my fingers when I’d sit down and pick up a stylus, blue-light glints gleaming in the reflection of my glasses, playing against the excited glow in my eyes.
I felt anchored here as I was tossed into the depths of everything new. A shining searchlight in an endless ocean, I jumped in the cool lapping waves knowing my intrigue and joy outweighed the fear. Here I played with skills I’d already begun to nurture in the years and paths leading here purely out of my own enjoyment. I thought about them in whole new ways.
I started to see what meaning-making looked like for me.
(hover your mouse over the shapes!)
The moment lasted probably no longer than a few minutes, but walking out of that room it was like my eyes had been opened up to a whole new galaxy of stars. Like the first time I saw the Milky Way after growing up in the city forever but hundreds of thousands more sparkling points of possibility.
Dazzled and hopeful, I accepted the road that would take me the rest of the way.
