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The world as we knew it is going quiet. We speak more than ever - messages, meetings, arguments, endless streams of text - but the words don’t quite make it through. They bounce back, fall sideways, turn into misunderstandings. We say the same things but mean different things. And in that silence - where the words remain but contact is gone - something essential fades. An ecosystem survives through communication. The bird knows it, sending one call or wingbeat through the flo

Something has broken - not only within me, but in the landscape I move through. The world I once could mirror myself in, find comfort in, and lean my future against no longer feels like home. It is not just the news, or the reports about the climate, the economy, or politics. It is something deeper - a sense that the very foundation has cracked. That the shared agreements holding reality together no longer apply. We speak past each other, as if we no longer share the same rea

Everything is moving. And not in ways we’re used to. Climate, technology, war, nature, relationships, power, work – the world is reshaping itself, and we’re trying to do the same. Yet we cling to what we know. Perhaps more tightly than we care to admit. Places where we’ve been seen. Positions and roles we’ve fought hard for. That still reward us, even as we begin to doubt their true worth. Relationships that helped make us who we are. Even though the world speaks of transform

In the beginning, there was rhythm. Before words, before structure, before measurement. The sea beat against the shore, sap flowed from trees, plants exhaled oxygen, animals followed light and warmth. No creature was separate from the whole – every life was a beat in the same composition. It lived in the body. We were in rhythm. Then something happened. We took the rhythm out of the earth and placed it into tools. Turned the drum into a metronome, the day into a clock. We beg