Where the Wind Listens,
A quiet home for the truths I carry—the ache, the beauty, the sacred ordinary.
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Learning to Kneel
Learning to kneel becomes a way of meeting the world with reverence instead of performance. In lowering myself toward what calls me, I find myself coming home.
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Mysterious, Midnight
Mysterious Midnight There’s a midnight in my window Silent, aloof, misunderstood – Even by himself. He needs no one, Except for that pesky Need for…
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When I am With You
This poem is a love letter to the ones with soft paws and sleepy eyes, who hold my heart and ask nothing but truth in…
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I Can’t Help But See It
A quiet poem about shared wonder, sacred seeing, and the ache to be truly known. For anyone who’s ever pointed at beauty and whispered, “Do…
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The Voice That Saved Me
In the chaos of a summer season, when exhaustion hung heavy and grace felt far away, a stranger’s voice broke through. Nearly a decade later,…
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I Planted Wildflowers
I planted wildflowers today, not with joy, but with sorrow heavy in my heart. I let the tears fall—wanted them free, just as I had…
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This Day, Unnamed
Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” I will not dress you in yesterday’s name. I will meet you with open palms, as if you…
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