20/10/2025
I’m still here. But I’m practicing what I’ve preached. I’m being present in every space I can be.
Pumpkins.
Afterschool pickups.
Endless talking from my backseat on the way home.
Hot chocolate before bed.
FaceTimes with bright-eyed babies.
Porch time with all the ones I cherish.
Long hours in my comfy chair learning the wonders of the world.
If i don’t remain present in these moments with all my senses aware, I fear I will get lost in the fret of these atrocities. My silence on a social platform does not reflect the weight of emotions I carry. I have so many words and thoughts that don’t quite seem adequate for what i feel. I don’t want to be another noisy opinion but instead I am rushing towards learning. Learn whatever I can so I am not the one who forms her thoughts and ideology on propaganda and fear. I’ve followed the fancy words, shame, guilt and religious piousness once before.
This time, my quietness is my power, not my suppression. My quietness is busy learning to stay present. My quietness is watching and learning. My quietness is preparing for the moment my quietness is no longer my power.
There is too much being said lately. Might we stop and just listen. Listen for the secrets to real wisdom, love without conditions, courage that crushes hate, and joy that keeps us focused on our why.
Maybe it’s the calm the builds the storm.