A Sunday morning with a map of American religion led to an uncomfortable recognition: the people who made room for others and the people who cast them out were equally certain. This reflection explores three…
A reflection on aphantasia, memory without texture, and what it means when a mortal mind’s limitation was never a loss at the level of the soul.
A reflection on aphantasia, family, and the resonance we scatter into the world without ever knowing where it lands.
Awareness isn’t something we build toward the soul — it’s the language the soul already speaks. A reflection on what it means to be the current, not the wave.