20/10/2025
We pass the flame, hand to hand. It is a small act, easier than hope, maybe, but sometimes that is all we need.
Warmth is felt, perhaps a smile, a bit of patience, the scent of the earth when rain lifts.
This festival, let the glow find its way; not only onto doorsteps, but into the soil, into a river gone dry, into the quiet pause before a greeting, into all the corners we forget when we hurry.
Maybe the greatest gift we trade is not fire but this: the simplest presence. A willingness to mend what needs mending, to keep watch as the light travels out and returns.
From SEAD, wishing you Happy Diwali that is gentle, and bright where it matters!