My people

When I think of my people - it’s every single person I’ve ever exchanged words with, ever glanced a knowing look, ever shared a soft silence with. But it’s more than that, it’s the moment of connection encapsulated by those moments.


From a little me to a big me I have loved people. Revealing the reasons, a journey of journals, a delicate discovery, uncovering what’s covered, a detective’s duty.


People will surprise you moment by moment. They’re not what you think they are at first. Never judge a book by its cover...


You have to read the pages, you can’t skip chapters to read ahead. That’s just not the way it works.


You begrudgingly bookmark at a suspenseful spot you definitely don’t want to stop at!!!!!!!


The excited eagerness awaits, anticipates, your fingers furiously wanting to get to the next page.


This time the bookmark is stuck in one place and it feels like you’ve no permission to turn the pages, you feel stuck, you feel stopped, you feel trapped, you feel lost.


When will I turn the pages again? When can I turn the pages again? How will I know when it’s time?


Did you know you can read the pages before the bookmark? Did you know when you read those pages again, you’ll see something you didn’t see before?


By the time you arrive at the place of your bookmark from the bookmark of before, it will be time to read the next pages.


In honour of all my people I just want you to know that the pages we’ve penned together have been amazing for me. They are filled with love and connection, authenticity and vulnerability, rawness and rip-roaring laughter, vividness and aliveness. To me you are light, love, vibrant energy. Your capacity to be is limitless. I see it from where I am and it’s what allows me the space to be me.


This is a work in progress.

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