The Language of Change

When change speaks in vibration, not vocabulary.

Written by AMANDA CHIRUMBOLO-MILLER
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There are certain seasons of life when the world feels louder than our ability to name it.
I’ve learned that in those moments, change doesn’t arrive with clarity.
It arrives as sensation.

Change rarely arrives in words.
It comes as a hum beneath the skin, a soft rearranging of breath.
You can feel it before you can name it — like a note tuning itself inside the body.

I spent part of my childhood in a house where two languages met — English, and the dialect my grandparents carried from Calabria.
It wasn’t the formal Italian you’d hear on a recording; it was something older, rounder, more textured.

Theirs was a language of gesture and music — full of tone, not translation.
Even as a child, I could feel how words carried more than meaning.
They carried energy.

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