homecoming.

the thing about home.there is an assumption that it is a synonym for "where you come from." and for me, that's just never been the case. i left saigon almost exactly a year ago. most days, i'm still not sure how i feel about it. still not sure i've ever really "processed" it. and i am completely sure that i don't know[...]
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new moons, destruction, and the power of intention.

some things just feel like ceremony to me. they drop me into a space of ritual, a space of deep listening, a space of allowing. coffee, for instance. igniting the kettle to boil the water (and usually light my palo santo). opening the bag of ground beans and sticking my nose inside. taking my first cup black, always. letting the french pre[...]
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