There are versions of ourselves we are only meant to inhabit until we have outgrown them. And then, there is the becoming. 🪻 Six and a half weeks ago, I surrendered a face I had known my entire life to make room for one I had only ever imagined. She is still arriving. Beneath the swelling, beneath the tenderness, beneath all that time has yet to reveal, I catch glimpses of her. Last night, beneath pink and violet light, over 200 souls gathered to witness one of them. 💗💜 Not a final form. Not a finished portrait. Simply the first unveiling. There is something sacred about allowing yourself to be witnessed while you are still becoming. So remember this face, but do not become too attached to her. Time is still sculpting. Healing is still speaking. And I am still unfolding. What you saw last night was not the destination. It was the first bloom of something I have been becoming for a very long time. 🪻 AJA THE KWEEN. Reintroduced, but not yet fully revealed. 💜