What eventually sparked this tribe to actively change the place they found themselves, I wouldn’t presume to know, but what a beautiful way to describe what it takes to begin genuine change. As we are open to learning a new way of thinking, of living, of seeing differently, we become more conscious and let ourselves open even more.

Today, going down a rabbit hole has a completely new meaning. I’m intimately aware of this meaning because, in my need to hide myself, I conscripted rabbit holes as safe places to escape people’s thoughts, emotions, and endless innuendos. I also used them to follow a curiosity until I either got tired, or another curiosity took its place.

Memories morphed into thinking about the writing process. Until I began, I didn’t know the process was so demanding, how much thought and care went into crafting each word, sentence, and chapter. This week I read about another author who was accused of using AI to write his book, and about the issues swirling around this case. Against the backdrop of what AI can do, I ask: have we forgotten human ability?

The only way to exit the long road is to remember who we are. Somehow, a whisper, a trauma, a reconnecting with our souls happens as we turn inward. The answers to life speak in the quiet of the morning. We wrestle with making a living while aching to follow our passions.