The body knows before the mind does. This week I learned that in a way I will not forget. Not through a vision or a message or a ceremony. Through a taste. A foul taste coming out of my mouth during meditation — almost like a cleansing — my body registering something my mind had been managing for a long time.

There are people in your life who are owed an apology — and something else entirely. Something that sits on the other side of the amend, quieter than the apology and just as necessary. This week I found that other side.

A blood vessel popped in my left eye and I could barely see. That was how this week began. And in that limitation — unable to do what I normally do, unable to lean on what I normally lean on — something that had been underneath everything for a long time finally surfaced.