Where the Wind Listens

Reflections

  • 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 didn’t. They carved something open instead. Not wide. Not dramatic. But soft. A gentle blooming I didn’t even notice at first. Like how the sky shifts just before dawn, quietly,…

  • 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 the world,of people,of myself.I write to pay attention.When I journal and look back on my day,I notice things I missed, small treasures that were there all along.Like the man in…