I began pouring my deepest meditative rhythm into my practice from early 2016. Not a single day passed without a Pen, Pencil and A Zentile—each morning I greeted my tangles by name, asked them to inspire me, and when pen touched the paper the ideas would simply flow.

In the last quarter of 2022, life required another kind of devotion. Reluctantly, I put down my pen to care for my little angel, who was in dire pain. The days that followed were volatile and heavy. Without my constant companions—pen and paper—I found it harder to keep pace with the world.