this is the time for us to speak softly to ourselves. to tame the pontifications that swell in the backs of our throats, that figure us as forever treading. float, child.

let the current moment be not a flood, but a bath. let isolation not be a severance from the universe, but a reunion of self.

i know, usually we only sit like this when we’ve come down with something. sit with how it feels to take time off not to heal just yourself, but the collective whole. remember that it’s not ever only about you, that in the human condition, none of us are patient zero.

envision a system of care where surgery isn’t the only place for an open heart.

today’s writing is a freewrite done during a meditation session led by yumi sakugawa. highly recommended!

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