“I paused in the silence after he left the room. Weak as I was, I knew a relationship of care would not override my sovereignty. “ Revisiting a moment that showed the importance of bodily autonomy and collective care.

When we push ourselves into shapes we cannot make, we leave our body - and its knowing - behind. When we only listen to the part that wishes this all away, we are wishing ourselves away. Our bodies keep demanding that we live into the stories they’re actually telling.

Finding guidance for the moment in ancient mythology by way of a walk in the woods. “The landscape looks more like November than January, but in the small ruts of frozen mud are filaments of ice, thin membranes that crackle under her paws and my boots, calling us to attention.”

A million internet tests will tell you if you are extroverted or introverted, but for me the designation is fluid and comes back to this: What nourishes you most of all, at this very moment?