A soft spell, a Sol slap, and a list you wanna be on

...be loose...

This weekend tenderized me.

I’ve been moving through a quiet blend of awe and ache—the kind that sneaks up in the kitchen clatter of family dinners and lingers in the afterglow of sharing a movement reunion with beaming bodies (thank you to all who joined us over the weekend). It’s the kind of fullness that doesn’t ask to be resolved, only felt.

With a …