29/01/2026
This isn’t a quick take. Read if you have a moment to actually be with it.
I’ve been sitting with something I want to name clearly.
Social media can create the feeling of connection without the substance of it. We observe one another, learn from one another, even feel emotionally impacted by one another — but that isn’t the same as being in relationship.
Since returning to kindy, this has been made even clearer for me. Being back in shared physical space — with children, colleagues, and families — has been a reminder that understanding, growth, repair, and connection are relational processes. They happen through presence, attunement, time, and being with one another in real moments.
In real life, connection asks more of us. It requires capacities that are built slowly and through experience, and not everyone has had the opportunity or support to develop them yet.
These spaces weren’t designed to hold depth, mutuality, or nervous system safety. They’re designed for visibility and consumption, not containment. And when exposure is mistaken for connection, it can quietly drain the very people offering steadiness, skill, and care.
So I want to be clear about how I’m showing up here now.
What you’ll see from me in this space won’t be the depth some of you may have received in the past. This page isn’t a place for counselling, therapy, or emotional processing. Not because I don’t care — but because I do, and I now understand the value of that work and the importance of the right container for it.
I’m not stepping back in frustration. I’m orienting more honestly.
Connection still lives in bodies.
In rooms.
In people who can stay.
This space will reflect that clarity.