Journals

Some beliefs arrive all at once, in a single loud moment. Mine didn't. Mine came quietly in ordinary moments. One was nursery morning drop-offs, coffee in hand, saying hello to nursery staff before leaving. The other was a médiathèque in a village in Brittany I randomly stepped in. Neither one announced itself. I only realised after that I'd left both spaces slightly different than I arrived. This is an attempt to write down what they taught me, before the noticing fades into