Author: Linnahsama
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The Slow Bleed
We often think of “work-life balance” as a luxury—a nice-to-have for when work slows down. We imagine burnout as a dramatic crash: a breakdown, a resignation letter slammed on a desk. We rarely see it for what it truly is: a slow, imperceptible bleed. A quiet draining of your boundaries, your discernment, your very sense…
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Their Chosen Song
The last time I saw my biological mother, we were in a karaoke booth. We were supposed to be watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, but I was scared, so we saw Shrek instead. With time left over, she took me to sing. I don’t remember what I sang, but I remember her voice. For the first…
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Bob Marley’s Disciple
My dad taught me that the most important thing is to know my family history and where I come from. He spoke of the strength inherent in our family name, a spirit carried for generations, and of his immense pride in being African—something he insisted I also embody. His life is a collection of magnificent,…
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Listening to the Land
Whenever there is an earthquake, you are forced to pay attention. The land demands it. In Japan, you learn from a young age to become still, to listen to the groaning shift of the world’s foundations. You hide under a desk, protect your head, and wait. The strength builds as seconds pass, a terrifying reminder…
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The Child Who Knew How to Rest
The other day, I was looking through my things from elementary school and found an activity where we were supposed to share what we like doing in our free time. I had put “napping.” My mom and I had a good laugh about what a lazy child I was—instead of playing sports or seeking other…
The Conscious Bridge 