personal essay: the menstrual body is a microcosm of the macrocosm.

By Jumana Khan

I’ve got the whole universe inside of me, collapsed into this 5’2 body of mine. I close my eyes and envision a seismic shift that folds the skies, the underground and the Earth neatly inside my pelvic bowl.

This cosmic origami unfolds, stretching until the stars fill my lungs and the underground nestles between my legs. As I explore this unfolding universe inside me, it organises itself into an axis for me to turn upon, waxing and waning like the moon.

Change is inherent to me; it’s...

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personal essay: the unnerving texture of transition.

By Alison Rice

I speak a lot about seasons in my role as a career mentor. The belief that the present moment is the only thing that actually exists, and it’s the accumulation of many, many present moments that sees the overall storyline of our life swell into seasons.

One of the throughways to professional peace — the exhale — is acknowledging and embracing the relevance of the season we’re in while also holding in our awareness that the very nature of seasons is that they change. Change is always coming.

We...

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