The rock stood still. The water moved.
And she found a place in between.
I didn’t ask her to pose like that.
She just… let go.
Three quiet moments that follow a similar thread.
Related reflections from the same space.
More thoughts that speak in the same tone.
Rick Rubin said it best: “Audience comes last.” It feels backwards—but it’s not. Trying to please makes the work quieter. Trying to be real makes it speak. Create from your core, not from someone else’s expectations. The right people will feel it. Eventually....
“What if I don’t know what I want yet?” That question is real. And necessary. Almost no one starts with clarity. You begin by trying things. Shooting what feels right. Then wrong. Then almost right. Over time, your eye forms. But more than that—your instinct forms....
She moved into the light without asking why. That’s something she does—trusts the moment, follows the feeling. The laughter came quickly. But not from something funny. More like a release. A shift. A quiet crack in the armor. She writes about life, love, the soul....