Coming Back, Quietly

On returning without urgency, explanation, or performance

I didn’t stop noticing when I stopped writing.

Even in the weeks when no words made it to the page, there was still listening — to the body, to the work, to the quiet signals that shape a day. Life didn’t pause just because I did. It kept unfolding in small, ordinary ways.

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This is something I’m learning again and again:
rest and absence are not the same thing.
Neither are silence and disconnection.