A quiet home for the truths I carry—the ache, the beauty, the sacred ordinary.

A meditation on forgetting and remembering, wandering and homecoming, the quiet grace of being human and finding beauty again in what has always been before our eyes.

Written on a night of longing for deeper connection. Questions I wish someone would ask me … and that I want to ask the world.

Who taught my heart to kneel before a lone tree at dusk, as if it were both prayer and grace? A poem of lineage, wonder,…

I am both the keeper of calendars and the barefooted wonder. A poem for the ones who write grocery lists with stardust and plant daisies…

I don’t want a map. I want to get lost in something holy. A poem for the ones who ache for the unknown, who would…

Sometimes I wonder if I express gratitude too much, or if others think I do. But still, I keep saying it. As if one more…

A quiet meditation on the small, sacred moments that open the heart to gratitude, from the snore of a dog to the hush of morning…