The Person and the Permission
Sometimes we give people authorship over chapters they merely happened to witness. Maybe they did not open us. Maybe they arrived at the exact moment we finally stopped looking away.
The Distance No Ferry Could Measure
Sometimes the body arrives somewhere beautiful before the rest of us does. Looking back at a day I had wanted for so long, I found gratitude, regret, and the strange distance between being somewhere and truly being there.
Was I Finally Seen, or Did I Finally See Myself?
There is a particular kind of intimacy that feels like recognition. But sometimes the person we believe finally saw us arrives at the exact moment we are learning to see ourselves.