Stories unfolding

Yesterday, nine of us sat together across time zones and tables, in a 90-minute Zoom session, folding paper into presence. We got our fingers messy, scribbled our thoughts, and crafted stories from scraps. Blending, painting, gluing. And chatted like old friends at a café.

This was mine.

A one-page zine that’s still unfolding.

I challenged myself with the paper I chose, the folds I made, the story I attempted to tell—only to realize the process had a mind of its own.

I’m still not sure where it’s going. But maybe that’s the point.

Creating in community reminded me why I love this work so much. I’m holding close the stillness, the closeness, the trust we created in that room.

No recordings. No reruns. No public videos.

Just presence—and the ripple it left behind.

If you missed it, I hope you’ll join us for the next Ripple event.

Come to begin. In your own way, at your own pace. All I ask is that you bring your curiosity.

Maybe a story you didn’t know was ready will emerge.