Something Small, Starting to Grow...

There’s something quietly surreal about watching an idea begin to move on its own. Not in a loud, fireworks kind of way, but more like the way a breeze finds its way through leaves. You don’t always see where it started, but you can feel that something is shifting.

This week, more copies of Camillo have made their way out into the world, and somehow, almost without me noticing the exact moment it happened, we now have four school readings booked for May. Four. I keep coming back to that number, turning it over in my mind like it might change if I look at it too quickly, because this didn’t begin with a grand plan or a perfectly mapped-out path. It began simply, quietly, just an idea and the decision to follow it.

And now, it’s beginning to take on a life of its own.

What’s stayed with me most isn’t just the milestones. It’s the people behind them. The ones who chose to buy a copy, who shared it, mentioned it, passed it along, or spoke about Camillo to someone else in ways I’ll probably never even hear about. That kind of support doesn’t shout or demand attention, but it builds something real.

There’s a gentle momentum forming now. Not rushed or forced, just steady, like something growing in its own time. And I find myself sitting with that more than anything else. Grateful to witness it, grateful to be part of it, and grateful that something so small at the start is now reaching places it never could have reached alone.

We’re still early in the journey. That’s the feeling I keep coming back to.

Still at the beginning… and already, it’s moving.