Dear Curiosity Journal,
I stroll across the land at the break of day as droplets of dew cling to my bare feet, cooling my core. My initial response is to tense, brace, and resist the sensation, an awakening juxtaposition to the cozy comforter from which I emerged. Then, discerning my perception of discomfort, without turning away, I invite myself to be enveloped, even exhilarated by the shivery mist, appreciating the way the land holds this liquid layer in the early light, tending to the thirsty, another of the Mother’s mystic mannerisms. These micro shifts in consciousness are the invisible building blocks of resilience, and I’m endlessly grateful to lean into this land.