living inside something rare

i've been thinking how they never name an era while they’re still inside it. names only arrive once the light has shifted, once the air feels different. once what was ordinary becomes unreachable. while it’s happening, it just feels like life. sometimes even messy or unfinished.

but maybe we’re living inside something rare right now. a time that will later be spoken about in softer voices. a time when things were still possible. when places hadn’t closed in on themselves yet. when moments could still surprise us. maybe we don’t feel its weight because it hasn’t become memory.

i feel a beautiful innocence in the present. sometimes we complain, we rush, we document, unaware that we are standing in what will someday be described as our before. before change, before loss, before knowing.

i try to move through this time by intuition. i believe in timing, in the quiet intelligence of life arranging itself beyond what i can see. i trust that i am always being guided to exactly where i’m meant to be, even when the path doesn’t make sense yet.

on the sands of the sea. with my sisters daughters. my sunflowers.

along the way, i keep meeting beautiful souls. people who feel like confirmations rather than coincidences. brief or lasting, they leave something behind. a conversation, a way of seeing, a softness i carry forward. they remind me that the journey matters as much as the arrival.

maybe this unnamed era isn’t meant to be defined at all. maybe it’s meant to be lived gently. with trust. with openness. with the understanding that one day, we’ll look back and realise we were standing in something precious, and it was enough just to be there.

with love and colour,

sarah jessica marie burns xx