hello again

If you're reading this, you were a subscriber of the copper apothecary, my once-and-former newsletter over on substack. Hello again! Welcome back! I'm sorry for ghosting you! I took an accidental two-month sabbatical, had a writing crisis of faith, remapped my little ecosystem, and found the thread again.

So here we are, picking up the thread.

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If you were a free subscriber – thank you so much for your attention. If you were a paid subscriber – thank you so much for your support. If you want me to leave your inbox – you can unsubscribe below, with all my love. All paid subscriptions have been turned off, annual subscription refunds are processing, past letters will be archived soon, and the little podcast and its newsletter have come to an end.

As my teacher reminds me often: bless the pivot, the pivot is blessed. 

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Much more to come soon, in this new iteration of the newsletter: essays and offerings on equity and belonging work, on trauma and resilience, on disability and reproductive justice, on bodies and the systems that shape them. I'm so excited – and I hope you are too.

In the meantime, here's one of my favorite letters from the substack days, before I take the archives down.

To be an eldest immigrant daughter is to consider all the ways in which we could light ourselves on fire to keep those we love warm. Sometimes, it is to do it. Often, it is to fight the urge, to resent the flames, and simultaneously to feel most alive when we are alight. What a marvel, to be so warm.

Thank you, as always, for reading.

until next time,

shivani