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In a season of uncertainty, I’m learning to quiet the spiral, ground myself, and trust that not having answers is okay.

One small voice asked a big question about residential schools. Maybe healing begins like this—one honest conversation at a time.

The truth is already written in how we live our lives. The rest is not ours to control. Sometimes the answer is simple: Let them.

The day I read the ministry files, something shifted. I finally saw the little girl in those pages—and felt fierce protectiveness.

I went out for coffee and found something deeper—presence, connection, and a reminder that the most meaningful moments can’t be planned.

The pain didn’t start with me. The healing did. From dirt, something new can grow.

A reflection on growth in real time — where love and fire meet, and we practice not abandoning ourselves.