Naturally woven into the contrast of light and dark, I’m slowly getting comfortable looking at myself in the mirror, recognizing the darkness in my eyes and the lightness of my subtle body slowly taking shape with everything around me. Vibrate. Vibrant.

Easily overwhelming yet decidedly pure, this self-proclaimed process, precious in my hands. Reaching up, I grow faith and hold on to trust. Deepening roots I watch leaves bud, grow tall and crumble into the dirt and I remember the intricacy of my design in this vast system, each ventricle to be touched as a blessed passage, because we know where we come from, and in some ways, where we are going. The flow of grace in the uncertain can be as simple as a smile, a shaft of light, a shift in thinking like walking into a dormant space for the first time in a long while. And soon we carry weight and navigate light, together, welcoming the nature of transformation and the human capacity to love.