Where the Wind Listens,

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

Featured Article
  • 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.

    Gallery

    • 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.
Latest Articles
  • I Can’t Help But See It

    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…

  • The Voice That Saved Me

    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,…

  • I Planted Wildflowers

    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…

  • This Day, Unnamed

    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…

  • A Morning Offering

    A Morning Offering

    A Morning Offering Would you think me strange if I told you that most mornings, before I even turn into the parking lot, my heart…

  • Could I Have Ever Come to This Me?

    Could I Have Ever Come to This Me?

    Could I have ever come to this me without all I’ve been through? The ache, the surrender, the nights I thought might break me… they…