So I’ve had to dig a little for some calm and patience. Once upon a time, I would have said a prayer that asked for this patience to be delivered to me. But with age and experience, I’ve learned to turn inward, to melt into the patience that I hold - that we all hold - within, and then say a little prayer of thanks for what already is. This inner patience is coupled with a certainty that Jake Doe is on its own path, one that I may be able to nudge forwards or sideways a bit, but that ultimately it will find its own current and float its own journey into the world…

Jake Doe may have been written in rural Georgia, USA, but the final package is the product of a global team of people - my Jake Doe village.

Over just the past week, I’ve been confronted with death three times, each time beautiful in its own way.