The way you frame change as something quiet, almost unremarkable from the outside, feels so true. Staying, paying attention, not performing growth — that’s the kind of work no one applauds, but it’s the work that actually reshapes a life.
The lines about grief and burnout especially stayed with me. A heart that keeps loving without making a show of it, and a body that finally says no not out of rebellion but fairness — both feel deeply compassionate and honest.
I also love the idea that attention itself is an act of love. That noticing, witnessing, remembering are not small things at all, even if they look that way.
This feels like writing that doesn’t try to impress, only to tell the truth quietly. And that’s exactly why it matters.
I’ve been reading you for some time now. You resonate with me on that inarticulate part of me that yearns for expression. Thank you.
Attention is a form of love. I’m trying my best to give that attention to myself and others. Thank you for this. I loved it x
The way you frame change as something quiet, almost unremarkable from the outside, feels so true. Staying, paying attention, not performing growth — that’s the kind of work no one applauds, but it’s the work that actually reshapes a life.
The lines about grief and burnout especially stayed with me. A heart that keeps loving without making a show of it, and a body that finally says no not out of rebellion but fairness — both feel deeply compassionate and honest.
I also love the idea that attention itself is an act of love. That noticing, witnessing, remembering are not small things at all, even if they look that way.
This feels like writing that doesn’t try to impress, only to tell the truth quietly. And that’s exactly why it matters.
Love is a verb
Thanks for this
“This is where attention becomes love.” That’s the whole practice right there. Beautifully said.