When the storm comes (Part two)
What is true?
At its root, vocation comes from the Latin vocare, meaning “to call.” So, a vocation is more than just what you do for a living; it’s something you feel called or drawn to do—work that feels like part of who you are, not just a task to complete.
Hello friend,
I call you that because I’ve been reflecting on how my day job has slowly grown into a practice of translating the language of my heart and turning what I see and feel into colour, sound, and words. And here you are, sowing into that, allowing it all to exist here as a living process. I’m without words for what that means to me.
In this season, the deeper I go into vulnerability, the more I find myself tucking the rawest reckonings behind my paywall, not out of fear, but from a sense of stewardship.
Some truths are simply too tender to scatter widely; they need a quieter room to breathe. It’s not about exclusion, but about honouring what is sacred, preserving a space where honesty can exist safely, and where I can create with my whole heart. Your support here is a quiet covenant; it allows me keep writing about what matters most, even when the words feel fragile
I find myself in a strange place—wading through a life storm, the kind that makes it difficult to create in real time. When I last wrote, I’d just been hit with some news, a phone call that left the world off-kilter. Suddenly, everything I held as true was up for questioning. The ground shifted beneath me, immediately, I could feel some of the things that had always felt stable, feel precarious and unknown.
In this consuming season of waiting, I’ve learned how challenging it is to create from the middle, a close friend of mine, has been most beautifully challenging me to write from this place, not just from the wisdoms that are more resolute after the storm has settled. Here, in this piece I’m writing as I go, without hindsight, just the rawness of being in it.
Below the surface of this paywall is the truest part of this letter—the vulnerable middle of things, the raw places I rarely share in full view. If you’re a paid subscriber, come further with me as I try to write a life, not just a story, right from the very middle of it.