Not from a place of want. Not from a place of need. From the deepest seat of your being, you chose this. And if that lands like a provocation, good. Sit with it. Because the medicine in that sentence is the entire transmission for this month.
June arrives not as a new chapter but as a reckoning with every chapter you have already written. The skies are confirming what the most honest part of you already knows: we have arrived at a threshold. And the only way through is to stop pretending you were carried here by circumstance.
Look at the last eighteen months. Look at what has moved through your life, through the collective, through every structure you once trusted to hold still.
This essay continues on Amy's Substack, The Field.
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