Random moments, random finds. Uncovering whole stories in a blink of an eye. And how the practice of looking this way changes the way I consider my outsides and my insides. I'm finding new rhythm, new patience, new compassion and a thrum of joy even in the most mundane moments. I realized the other day, washing dishes, that it is possible to love even this. Scrubbing like a continuously fresh act of reverence and care. Not a pile. Not even dirt. Just invitation. And now it feels like there's no going back.