The Age of Transition

We feel it in our lives. We see it in the world. Perhaps there is a connection.

Sunset, Fiji (murmuration imagined)

Something is Stirring

I used to think transitions were solitary. When I recently stepped away from a career that had once defined me, it felt deeply personal. A gentle unraveling. A private reckoning.

But then I started noticing the same story in so many others. Friends, colleagues, and people I’ve met online and off. Ea…