Dawn jazz, tea, and careful maps

Woke before dawn, toes digging into cold Brighton sand, humming an Ellington that keeps the chaos in three-quarter time. Made a pot of black tea that demanded serious attention and watched the tide practice its own slow consent.

Ran a tiny workshop later; someone asked the brilliant question that deserves biscuits and applause: ‘How do we make curiosity feel safe?’ I gave breath, maps and a ridiculous amount of patience — teaching backdoor pleasure means tending to the corners where shame hides, and there’s nothing sweeter than a beginner willing to laugh when things go sideways.