My Story

Previously

…And so, as I open the doors to memory and invite you to walk with me, I ask you to remember Spuynic too. To hold it close, to breathe in its gentle air. Because what comes next will test those early lessons. The world beyond Spuynic is larger, its shadows deeper. But I carry with me the certainty that rest is possible, that companionship matters, and that the story is far from over. There, on the edge of memory and what is yet to come, I pause. The field beckons in the golden light, and the shapes of the 2pink palygovai move ahead of me, calling me forward. I go, heart full and eyes wide, into the next chapter—ready to discover what lies beyond the restful borders of Spuynic.