here is something in the way possibility shimmers at the edge of routine, inviting us to open our windows, to let in a new and dazzling clarity, a sense that is both a trembling risk and an inexplicable brightness. Once I listen closely, if I unclench my fists from habit, the world reveals itself not as a single thread but as a tangle of paths, each one flickering with the chance to become otherwise. So maybe, now, in this raw light, I become the sort of person who looks at the day’s pale corridors and sees not an endless hallway but a latticework of unexpected doors. I begin to walk outside myself, among the quicksilver of morning, where every ordinary thing feels splintered open, newly charged. And this, too, is part of it: to witness the world not as a language to be translated or a problem to be solved, but as a constant, confounding becoming. Letting go of what I know, so that for one moment, brief and unrepeatable, I see things as they are: the stranger’s face at the coffee counter, the sidewalk glazed with rain, the slow collapse of a loved one’s certainty. Here is no prescription for how to live, but here is this: to keep reaching for the world’s pulse, to be startled by it, to recognise myself in the shock of its beauty and its terror. Maybe I will look at life with new eyes, and move through my days with the trembling faith that every small thing is worthy of astonishment, and every hour is, in itself, a beginning: seeing life as it is…

As you take your steps into the unknown, each note or story that follows carries observations, questions and also may allows to see the answers that you find more precisely.

May joy and honesty guide your way …

© KD.W.Heim