May, 2025
He emerged from beneath the sink, out from the shadow, into light. This month was flame and grounding. Fewer movements. More weight. Stillness wasn’t rest. It was recalibration.
June, 2025
He is settling into a new home. A fuller breath. He placed himself in ways that felt deliberate, almost ceremonial. We watched each other more. This month, I learned what it meant to be ‘still, but not waiting.’
Book of Kismet 