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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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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