is a joy that I’ve been wanting to rediscover.
I—perhaps we—are so oriented toward sharing, feedback, celebration…
there’s something that’s been lost (I suspect!) that earlier and less connected generations have known. The precious solitary. Meditation as its own end. Completeness found in incompleteness.
Even: what is looks like to recognize the potential of something but just sit with it, cultivate, and let a diamond develop over time.