Vachon Imagined

When keeping the peace becomes I will do whatever it takes to protect my own—to protect my family, my life, my livelihood—a different kind of understanding is born.

The girl who learns this early is not consumed by the appetite to simply “be nice.” She comes to see that niceness, like cruelty, can become its own kind of blindness: both are too rigid, too small, too ill-equipped to face the noise of the world.

What matters is learning to recognize the life moving through you, a force that is neither sweet nor cruel. It simply is. Alive, abundant, and untamed. It waits beneath ordinary perception, beneath the habits of judgment and performance, asking only that you loosen your grip on fixed beliefs and let it move.

To allow it to work.
To allow it to flow.