🌿 when I am not attuned to my seasons…


October 2026 | issue #12 Reader, I grew up below the equator, in between cold waters and big Andean walls. In between humid mild winters and foggy mild summers. No shorter days in winter, no longer days in summer. School and university taught me when vacations were “supposed” to be. Holidays growing up were time off from work or school. They were not celebrations that meant something. They didn’t necessarily mark transitions into a different season. Many of the holidays we celebrated were...

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