Noticing When Healing Stopped Arguing What if healing isn’t what we’ve been taught to expect? Living with CRPS opened a different possibility for me—one where listening replaced fixing, and permission mattered more than perfection.
Noticing Morning, With Waiting Tenderness sharpens when permanence isn’t assumed. When attention leaves timelines and returns to the body, what remains is simple: love, aliveness, and this moment— without urgency.
Story What We Saw They were watching the same thing. Each was certain they had paid attention. Later, alone, each remembered something else.
Noticing When the Pattern Interrupted What changed was not the absence of reactivity, but the timing of awareness. Recognition arrived mid-movement—close enough to interrupt what would have followed.
Lived Experience The Peace That Didn’t Wait I found peace—not because things resolved, but because I stopped participating in a story that required me to disappear in order to survive.
RSP-Field Notes Where the Discomfort Goes When discomfort rises and doesn’t know where to land, it looks for somewhere else to go. A mess in one place becomes a problem in another. Unease inside one body becomes something to fix in someone else. I’m learning that not every feeling needs to be moved, and not every unease is an instruction.
RSP-Field Notes The Missing Middle I noticed a tension arise while listening to a teaching on balance and non-reactivity. Not because it felt wrong — but because something essential was missing. This field note explores the space between suppression and integration, and why feeling belongs inside awakening.
RSP-Essays The Missing Middle: Completion Before Balance Balance is often named as a destination without attending to the process that makes it possible. When the middle is skipped, stillness arrives too early—and the body knows.
Story The Days That Gather Anyway Family gatherings have a way of keeping time without ever quite filling the space between.
Identity The Names That Passed She mentioned a planner. That was all. A name appeared in the room and didn’t land where it was placed. Someone said they didn’t like it. She stood up and left. Not dramatically. Just… elsewhere.
