From Stratford Festival conversations to my 18-year coming out anniversary, this Pride month letter reframes what doesn’t destroy you as a prism revealing queer rainbow light, compassion and the courage to keep loving.

With a frame drum in my ears and sunlight on my skin, this is a temple-threshold piece about giving my fear to the Muse, trusting ancient guidance and letting her call me home.

Sitting in a freshly reclaimed office after burnout, this piece turns decluttering into an act of remembering. I uncover old longings, devotions and echoes of every version of myself so I can return to centre.

What if I stopped trying to be there and decided—wholeheartedly, devotedly—to be here?