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Hello June, and hello everyone!
The days are getting longer in the northern hemisphere, and so is the space between thoughts. It’s that liminal time of year for many of us, when the sun lingers in the sky just long enough for everything to feel slightly surreal and beautiful all at once.
Lately, I’ve been finding myself sitting in between worlds. The paradoxes of old and new, here and there, tradition and reinvention are ever present around me.
I’ve caught myself trying to translate jokes, struggling to find the right word to use in monolingual conversations, and feeling the tug of multiple selves inside a single sentence.
When you live between cultures, languages, or even inner contradictions, you become a bridge without realizing it. You learn to stretch yourself in various directions, so much so that you sometimes lose your sense of self altogether.
But maybe that’s the whole point. There’s something sacred about that in-between space. The tension it holds, and the potential it carries.
As Walt Whitman says: “Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am…
