Presence.

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What you create…
does not require an explanation of itself.
It doesn’t need to convince, convert, or justify.
It just needs to exist. Quietly, softly—
like fog curling through trees
or dust dancing across old floorboards.

Like light through ancient glass,
sacred, but unflinching; gentle, but resolute.
A whisper with weight,
in that space exists everything—
beyond the reach of articulation.

Silence is a presence, as much as an absence.
Holy.
Haunting.
Both leave their imprint.

You are free to feel
without having to be felt back.
Free to present
instead of perform.
Free to sit beside your own silence,
and know that it understands.

Because your creation…
exists.

entry one — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains.

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  1. promisesunshine Avatar
    promisesunshine

    I was thinking about you the other day. I’m glad to see you posting. ❤

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      catacosmosis

      Hi there, thank you so much. It means a lot to hear from you. The past couple of years have been quite a journey—so much unraveling, rebuilding, and becoming. But it feels like a whole new book is beginning now, not just the next chapter. I’m really glad to be posting again, happy to be reconnecting with the energy of creativity in a new and deeper way, and even more glad to reconnect with those who remember. 🌸💗

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        promisesunshine

        I have a deeper understanding of your recent journey. My mother died of advanced dementia in January. The end is rough. The “unraveling, rebuilding, and becoming” is a better journey, for darn sure.

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        catacosmosis

        Oh, friend. I’m so sorry for your loss. Dementia is such a cruel and hurtful thief. I hate to know that anyone can relate to that journey at all, but I’m also grateful for the shared understanding—it can feel so alienating in process, you know? That kind of loss leaves a particular ache, long after it happens and no matter the age or era. I am, and will continue to, hold space for you as you move through this side of that becoming. 🙏❤️💜

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