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This past week, I was speaking with friends on what it means to hold things, about those moments when you realise you’re being held.
Held in all manner of ways. By seasons, by people, by birds.
By the earth herself.
Held in ways that we perhaps take for granted, or might not even see.
Alongside of this holding, I realised, in that way you do when you find…