Where the Wind Listens,

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

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  • The Grace of Returning

    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.

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    • Closeup photograph of a single autumn leaf, rich in orange and amber tones, with visible cracks and veins. The background is softly blurred, creating a sense of depth and warmth. The image evokes stillness, beauty, and quiet introspection.
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  • A Litany of Questions

    A Litany of Questions

    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 Placed These Stars in My Chest

    Who Placed These Stars in My Chest

    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,…

  • Where Order Meets Wild

    Where Order Meets Wild

    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…

  • Something Holy

    Something Holy

    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…

  • Too Much, They Might Say

    Too Much, They Might Say

    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…

  • Gratitude

    Gratitude

    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…