the resurrection

The Resurrection arrived without warning — sudden, intense, undeniable. Once it came through, there was no choice but to follow it. For over a month, I stayed with the work as it unfolded, not knowing who it was for, only trusting what was asking to be born. At the time, it belonged to no one I knew. And yet, when it eventually found its soul, something quietly astonishing revealed itself: the vision I had been carrying matched his own, emerging within the same window of time. Two inner movements, unknowingly walking toward each other. This is how magic moves through life — not loudly, but with precision. This piece keeps me humble. It reminds me that we are deeply interconnected, that creation listens beyond the mind, and that there is a sacred intelligence at work within everything that exists. The Resurrection lives as a witness to that truth.