When people say there is no more space for new words, they think they know everything. We clearly don’t. So let’s keep inventing.
Language patterns travel through the collective. These are the ones we choose to spread.
A neurodivergent mind seen for what it can do: different wiring as a gift and a superpower, not a disorder.
Feeling at home between the boxes: between genders, cultures, countries and ways of thinking.
The Myoho Valley family: everyone who lives here, visits, helps or carries the valley in their heart.
From Nam-myoho-renge-kyo: the mystic law, the hidden order of life that we chant to connect with.
A place where people learn the deeper teachings of life by living, practising and making together.
Is there a feeling, an idea or a way of being that has no word yet? Name it. Explain it. Plant it.
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