The Architecture of Margin.

A love letter to the quiet rebellion of not filling every gap

Beloved Reader of Catching Shower Flowers,

Sawasdee ka from ‘the land of smiles’ aka Thailand.

Can you hear my gratitude through the syllables of this love letter? I am never not overflowing with a hearty kind of gratefulness when new experiences embrace me and I can say yes to them. Strangely, I find travel somewhat simplistic. My world becomes equally small and large in these roamings.

And so, I write to you from this soft place of landing, carrying a ribbon of wide and open endings—the endings of this extended body of work, of various writings on creating ‘a life with margin’.

I have so enjoyed the reflections this reader’s choice of topic has brought me. Thank you for being the catalyst of this inquiry. Your ideas always spark such a vast exploration…

Lately, within the broad places of this inquiry, I’ve been thinking about what happens next—

When we draw the lines that honour our limits. When we carve space for breath and stillness. When we say no, not as a barricade but as a quiet act of preservation.