Dear Reader,

You didn’t find this page by accident.
Something in you has been reaching — quietly, maybe without knowing.
Maybe you’ve been circling for a while,
looking for a voice that feels like yours,
or a space that doesn’t ask you to shrink to fit.

If so, welcome.
You’re home.

This place wasn’t made to impress.
It wasn’t built to launch or polish or pitch.

It was made for the in-between —
for the words with rough edges,
for the parts of you that feel too tender or too much,
for what’s still becoming.

There’s no content yet.
Not really.

But presence?
There’s plenty of that.
And more will come — slowly, truthfully.

In time, I’ll share letters through The Fig Trail — a kind of breadcrumb path.
Not a newsletter in the usual sense,
but something quieter.
Something to be tasted.
Kept.
Maybe even returned to.

But only when it’s ready.
Only when I am.

Until then, this is what I can offer:
A quiet room.
An honest voice.
A place that doesn’t ask you to perform, prove, or push.

Come in.
Take a breath.
Stay as long as you need.

xx,
Jody