Permission to have fun. It's been there all along. No productivity or performance metrics. No money motives. No rules. Just that thing beating wildly in your chest. Lean in.
It was late afternoon, when the light and lines invited him to stay awhile...
On a frigid night they went for ice cream alongside a Nine Tailed Fox, under a watchful moon…
That morning out walking the dogs, he made his way slowly along hand carved paths, taking extra care not to slip and fall. He couldn't afford to be injured. The air hung in place. It pressed on his face and hurt when he inhaled. He never felt more alive and appreciative of the warm home awaiting them.
Together we can weather any storm.
Please keep looking out for each other. There’s tremendous power and love in community.
