Where the Wind Listens

The Shape of Becoming

  • The Tangent’s Hand

    The Tangent’s Hand

    A quiet meditation on creative surrender. when the tangent becomes the true path, and the unexpected turn reveals the compass of the soul.

  • Once Upon a Me

    Once Upon a Me

    A quiet return to the ghost of the girl I once was… and a whispered promise across time … you will survive this, and you will burn so beautifully.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • After the Storm

    After the Storm

    Some storms leave behind their fingerprints…

  • Maybe I Am Here……

    Maybe I Am Here……

    A quiet confession from the edge of a mountain valley … maybe I’m here to let the wild colors bloom, to love out loud, to finally ruin my good reputation … with joy.