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Why “I’m Sorry” Is Not an Apology
By Ezra Nadav Somewhere along the way, “I’m sorry” became confused with accountability. It isn’t. “I’m sorry” can mean many things: But none of those things are necessarily an apology. A real apology contains something far more difficult than discomfort: responsibility. An apology requires a person to clearly acknowledge: without immediately shifting blame, defending themselves,…
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Pip and the Song That Was Carried
This story sits alongside the one I’ve just shared about Murray Cohen.It doesn’t retell his experience—it holds a piece of what he carried, in a different language. To read more about Murray, you can find his story here:The Music He Carried By Ezra Nadav In Oak Hallow, where Pip the squirrel lived, there were many kinds…
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The Music He Carried
by Ezra Nadav Murray Cohen never told his story all at once. It came in fragments—over coffee, in passing comments, in the space between one story and another. You had to sit with him long enough to understand that what sounded like a memory was often a doorway. And if you stayed, really stayed, he…
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Pip and Marloo from the Far Forest
When Marloo the goanna arrives in Willow Glen from faraway Bunyip State Forest, the animals of Pip’s forest grow wary of their unfamiliar visitor. But Pip is curious. As he shows Marloo around the woodland and introduces him to his friends, the forest begins to discover that belonging sometimes begins with curiosity rather than fear.
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Adequacy Without Apology — Part V
Adequacy carries a quiet kind of shame in cultures organised around comparison. Even stable, meaningful lives can feel insufficient when worth is measured against imagined alternatives. Letting a life be enough requires more than gratitude — it asks us to release the assumption that sufficiency must justify itself.
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Embracing the Mundane: The Ordinary Isn’t Broken — Part I
Ordinary life hasn’t failed—it’s been misjudged. In a culture that treats constant growth as proof of worth, the mundane is often mistaken for stagnation. This essay begins a slow, deliberate exploration of why “enough” became suspect—and what we lose when we forget the value of ordinary, sustaining lives.
On Second Thought Ezra 