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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  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • To Bask in Quiet Beauty

    To Bask in Quiet Beauty

    There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,dwarfed by the brilliance of the world.My…

  • A Whisper, a Confession, a Thank you

    A Whisper, a Confession, a Thank you

    I could write a letter to the poets of the world, and oh, the things that I could say!There would be no holding back.After all,…