The Wild Hours
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The Hours Between the Doing
One morning, somewhere near the middle of my life, I chose quite deliberately to reclaim myself in the hours between the doing and wander again.
Not to arrive anywhere.
Simply to move. To write. To breathe. To see.
So I began to walk, not as an expert but as a perambulator, someone walking home to herself through ordinary beauty.
A Walking Practice
My name is Isa June, and The Wild Hours is my walking practice. A correspondence between art and attention, place and memory. It's a gathering of photographs, sentences, and small revelations discovered on foot.
I move through landscape and longing, belonging to many places and none.
This is a place for thoughts that take their time, for garden paths, reflected light, and handwritten lines.
Quiet Resistance in the Digital Age
I am both mother and maker, adventurer and nurturer. Silver threads grow freely through my hair.
With voracity, I am actively shaping my life outside the screen as a form of quiet resistance in the digital age.
Here, art and writing meet like tide and shore.
Here, doubt and devotion coexist.
This is not a space for speed.
It is a practice of attention, of remembering what it means to belong to the natural, the tangible, the unfinished.

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