I had a dream last night, and in it both of my grandmas and my dad who have all passed on came to visit me (my mom was there too but to be clear she is very much alive and this just happens to be one photo I could find with all of them together).

I remember once reading a line in a book which said something to the effect of, “we [humans] are an endless multi-dimensional universe.”

There is this experience I have when I think back to parts of my childhood — summers spent at my grandma’s, watching I Love Lucy, eating sourdough toast with mayo and thinly sliced roast beef, going about the day with no particular agenda or schedule other than to spend time in the pool, playing with my hot wheels and splashing water over the edges where it would run into cracks in the ground and all the ants would come rushing out.

When we have allowed parts of ourselves to die, we create space for who we are becoming.

There are moments you will come across in life which push you to the edge of everything you’ve ever known and everything you’ve ever been. When you’ve reached one of these points, you will know it is time.