Where the Wind Listens

May 2025

  • Why I Write

    Why I Write

    Why I WriteI write because I can’t not write.Because something inside me stirs,and it needs somewhere to go.I write to find clarity,to make sense of the world,of people,of myself.I write to pay attention.When I journal and look back on my day,I notice things I missed, small treasures that were there all along.Like the man in…

  • Doorway

    Doorway

    Doorway She lies in the doorway as I get ready, not blocking, not beckoning, just being. A soft, golden hush between one world and the next, fur like warm light, breath like lullabies. She doesn’t ask for attention. She is simply the presence of love. The quiet grace of being near, not to be noticed,…

  • I am here

    I am here

    I am only a whisper on the breeze A softly falling snowflake in a sea of white A dancing leaf from atop a majestic oak tree A single drop in the stormy sea of Life Unseen Unheard A brief spark in the night And yet I am here. I am here.

  • Bring Me A Rainstorm

    Bring Me A Rainstorm

    Bring Me a Rainstorm A single flash of lightning cuts through my sacred space,hand resting on the page,fingers curled around my pen.and oh, in that instant, I plead,I beg life itself…Please… bring me a rainstorm.I will give my everything.Cease the clamor of the world and still the tremble within. I will throw open every windowof…