Prelude

Seventy-nine days into 2025 and my inaugural Substack post remains a myth. A giant winged myth.

I write often and always have. As 2024 came to a close, and, in the spirit of new year resolutions, I decided to organize my writing process differently in 2025. Keep the writing informal, yet more frequent, and share within the Substack sphere - a devotional of sorts to explore my growing sentimentality.

Before I could even light a candle in this new sanctum of mine, this year ushered in with it what feels like a new era for humanity. Our world is changing with jarring frequency and at scale, and so are our individual orbits within it.

While I have been trouble-shooting at every turn and sustaining the stamina to ensure my ambitions and joy do not falter in the process, my tiny cursor blinks. Its surrender to being content with nothing, but with a capable readiness for anything, is not lost on me. It is a reminder that the world will turn with or without my participation, creative or otherwise. Time is precious and receding into a sea of constant flux. Reinforcing the cherish-able moments feels extra worthy right now and undeniably punk. I don’t know where these digital bread crumbs will lead, but…

Here’s to keeping vibrations high and the good times alive, quite figuratively, come hell or high water. What we put our energy to, grows, right?

Welcome.

photo: c/o Tiffinee Amber. Monastery candles, Meteora Greece, 2021.