
This morning, a bird started knocking on my door. Not metaphorically. Literally. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. So of course I looked. Because… what? And for a second, I had that thought:“Opportunity is knocking.” Cute, right? Except it wasn’t. I opened the door to see what it was doing, and it turns out—it was…

I didn’t come here looking to heal. I came to travel.To see new places.To experience something different. And somehow, somewhere in the middle of that,I found myself standing in front of a field of cows,watching them exist so completely unbotheredthat it stopped me in my tracks. Another day, it was the water. A loch…

I Didn’t See Just One Loch I saw them in pieces. From a moving car.From the side of the road.From a distance that made them feel still… even when I wasn’t. And each time, it looked a little different. Different lochs.Different reflections. And still… something about them felt connected. Like the same truth, showing…