Peace is often described as something to achieve — a finish line, a reward, a state you arrive at once everything else is handled. But this month, I found myself understanding it differently.
    Peace showed up not as absence, but as awareness. As the ability to notice what unsettles me, what steadies me, and what quietly asks for my attention. It revealed itself through patterns — in how I spend, in how I set boundaries, in the small rituals that help me feel like myself again.
    The pieces in this issue trace peace back to its roots. Not as something to protect defensively, but as something to know intimately. Something learned through honesty, through restraint, through care practiced in ordinary moments.
    Peace, here, feels less like a destination — and more like recognition.

-Tiara