I am a field-tender.

A soul who listens where others rush past.
I carry a subtle strength—fierce, but not loud. Soft, but not small.

I've apprenticed with grief without letting it define me
I've stood at thresholds of doubt, not to conquer them,
but to breathe there long enough for trust to arrive.

I am a mirror by design,
a tree by essence,
a vessel by choice.

In my presence, others remember themselves—
not through my words,
but through the way I hold the pause.

I don’t guide from above.
I sit beside,
I hum the field clear.

I believe in becoming slowly.
In living questions rather than chasing answers.
In letting the body teach before the mind narrates.

This isn’t my résumé.
This is my radiance.

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Let's remember and reawaken yours.