Home, 2021.

The little details of the space around me are explosions of appreciation. I view the world with so much beauty, and I overflow with awe and wonder at most things. This lockdown has been a testament to this practise — confined to the same space for weeks and yet the beauty continues to expand and invoke a sense of surprise. Plants are growing, the sun hits windows and creates dramatic shadows at various times of the day. I am learning how the light travels around the house in different moods and seasons. I am learning where the dust accumulates, where the messy charging wires are, and see the art this, too, creates. I am alive, and moving through the space I reside in. When I truly look, I can see the magic in the simple encounters with the friends around me.

Thank you to my little (not so little) room for sustaining me, and seeing me in all my forms throughout this lockdown. For listening to my complaints as the lockdown extended, for holding space for me as I wept, for laughing at our ab workouts, for the beauty you emanate in all my Zoom meetings, for singing with me regardless of the tunes I choose. For the safety you share with me on the daily, for the stability that I come home to, the sense of home that I have been drastically, frantically searching for for a long time. For keeping my shit in place and reminding me to declutter and throw away all the things that have already served their purpose.

Sept 28 2021, what my desk looks like today.