Where the Wind Listens

Poetry

  • Where Order Meets Wild

    Where Order Meets Wild

    I am both the keeper of calendars and the barefooted wonder. A poem for the ones who write grocery lists with stardust and plant daisies into their planners, where order meets wild.

  • Something Holy

    Something Holy

    I don’t want a map. I want to get lost in something holy. A poem for the ones who ache for the unknown, who would rather be undone by mystery than comforted by certainty.

  • Too Much, They Might Say

    Too Much, They Might Say

    Sometimes I wonder if I express gratitude too much, or if others think I do. But still, I keep saying it. As if one more thank you might steady the world, or soften the heart of someone else trying to hold on to beauty.

  • Gratitude

    Gratitude

    A quiet meditation on the small, sacred moments that open the heart to gratitude, from the snore of a dog to the hush of morning light spilling over the land.

  • After the Storm

    After the Storm

    Some storms leave behind their fingerprints…

  • Moonlit Tangents

    Moonlit Tangents

    I can’t ever do the writing I had planned to do, because the tangents keep leading me deep into a moonlit forest instead. Maybe that’s the writing I was always meant to do, the kind that lets my spirit guide.