There is this strange thing that happens over time where there are less and less people who know us, despite the more and more people we know. I have found myself going inward in a very necessary and gentle way. Renewing and revising and diligently stripping away a protective mantle of disregard and choosing, instead, to be vulnerable and thoughtful with myself. In that, I cultivated a familiar peace. A peace that has haunted and teased me for some time. The kind of peace that only strives in intentional solitude.

She is me. When i want help, i say
Me is she. When she need hear, she say

From this peak of surrender, I lean into my passion for language and commit to being the words I need... sink deeply into the ways my ability to interpret, translate, vibe and contextualize can scale mountains and build bridges. To dialogue about the science of how people tick and cultivate culture, community and legacy. To build moving monuments up from those words and ride them into the sunset.