Where the Wind Listens

Where the Wind Listens,

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

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  • Obsidian Eyes, Open Sky

    She lands where others hesitate, on an old barn door, a twisted tree, a crooked fence post that gives her sight.

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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.
      Not just a leaf. A way of seeing. A quiet yes to being seen.
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  • 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…

  • 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…

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