Where the Wind Listens

The Quiet Between Things

  • 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 Litany of Questions

    A Litany of Questions

    Written on a night of longing for deeper connection. Questions I wish someone would ask me … and that I want to ask the world.

  • 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.

  • The Garden Within

    The Garden Within

    There’s something in me today, a warmth, slow and certain, like the first sip of coffee when the house is still quiet and the sky hasn’t quite decided what to be. At first, I didn’t have a name for it. It just felt like a seed, the softest touch on the side of my neck,…

  • I Can’t Help But See It

    I Can’t Help But See It

    A quiet poem about shared wonder, sacred seeing, and the ache to be truly known. For anyone who’s ever pointed at beauty and whispered, “Do you see it too?”

  • This Day, Unnamed

    This Day, Unnamed

    Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” I will not dress you in yesterday’s name. I will meet you with open palms, as if you are a bird newly landed, a river just beginning to flow. I will let gratitude be the breath that wakes me, and attention the prayer I offer in return. May…