Where the Wind Listens

Poetry

  • When the Sky Knows My Name

    When the Sky Knows My Name

    May I come each night and fold this letter to the wind? May I send a question on a cool fall breath and listen for an answer that has walked the mesa home?

  • The Whole Truth

    The Whole Truth

    Seeing pain clearly… while holding tight to the beauty that keeps us here. A reflection on presence, compassion, and the quiet courage of hope.

  • Holding Beauty

    Holding Beauty

    A quiet afternoon among the living things.

  • The Treasure Chest

    The Treasure Chest

    Each leaf, each photograph, each word – a small keeping of light. Together they form the chest I open when I wish to remember how beauty feels.

  • Canyon Song

    Canyon Song

    The wind sings differently in the canyon—verse, reframe, chorus, bridge—and back again. Through pine and breath, memory and sky, I return to this sacred belonging where even the trees bow, and I join them.

  • A Walk With Wonder

    A Walk With Wonder

    This is my walk with wonder: a practice of paying attention, of seeing the ordinary as sacred, and returning to myself in quiet moments of beauty and belonging.