Where the Wind Listens

The Quiet Between Things

  • 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 is already overflowing? That I’ve already gathered a hundred small moments that feel like offerings, not spoken, but somehow heard. The crow, running through the morning grass on his way…

  • To Bask in Quiet Beauty

    To Bask in Quiet Beauty

    There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,dwarfed by the brilliance of the world.My feet stuck in this modern humanity where I don’t belong.The noises and comings and goings andconstant connection,Often, I hide from it all.More often, I wish I could hide from it…

  • A Moment of Reverence

    A Moment of Reverence

    I can’t help but wonder, Have you felt it too? As you gaze out the window on a starlit night?While vacuuming the living room floor,Spending days watching a flower bloom,Standing at the edge of a lake as the sun rises above the mountains,Sitting in the gentle peace of your own quiet heart?Have you felt it?Have…

  • Finding Treasures in Quiet Moments

    Finding Treasures in Quiet Moments

    Bare with meI want to tell you something About the quietThere are secret treasures buried there,Gifts just waiting to be unwrapped.They can be found within your Own heart and mind,But only when you step away fromThe noise of the world.Did you know that the sacred Lives there?In between the dinner plates and the laundry bin,Tucked…