On a snowy day in winter

As the New Year began, I welcomed a quiet, spacious week that felt nourishing and peaceful. I was remembering my dreams, which told me my nervous system was starting to recover from a year of being on high alert. Michael and I were navigating the strange sensation of having time to ourselves after orienting our lives around caring for a loved one in need. We headed into 2025, breathing a sigh of relief at the chance to metabolize the losses we endured in 2024.

Then, the LA fires happened.

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