A soft, relieved sigh echoes through the speaker. "Oh, Zara. You have no idea how much lighter my chest feels just hearing you say that."
"So," I ask, shifting the phone to my other ear. "How are you? Where are you living? Are you still out at that commune?"
"Yes, the Solstice Sanctuary," Willow says, a bright, airy flutter returning to her voice. "It’s been such a profound, transformative space for me over the last few weeks.”
"It sounds very... you," I say. “A place to learn, I suppose.”
"I’ve been spending hours a day in deep, transcendental meditation. I've been doing a lot of shadow work, looking at all the ancestral trauma we carried down from our parents."
She pauses for a moment, her breath hitching slightly before she continues in a lower, more vulnerable tone.
"I've been me
