A record of my return
This is not a table of contents.
It is a consecrated ledger —
a record of what I have given,
and what has been given through me.
Every page listed here carries breath.
Each song, a pulse.
Each story, a strand of the thread.
Each vow, a fire I chose not to run from.
This is the page I return to —
to remember who I am,
where I’ve been,
and what still calls.