Where the Wind Listens

The Shape of Becoming

  • 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.

  • I Planted Wildflowers

    I Planted Wildflowers

    I planted wildflowers today, not with joy, but with sorrow heavy in my heart. I let the tears fall—wanted them free, just as I had always dreamt of being. The rain came, the crow watched, and still, I planted. Someday, my heart too will bloom.

  • 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,…

  • I am here

    I am here

    I am only a whisper on the breeze A softly falling snowflake in a sea of white A dancing leaf from atop a majestic oak tree A single drop in the stormy sea of Life Unseen Unheard A brief spark in the night And yet I am here. I am here.

  • Bring Me A Rainstorm

    Bring Me A Rainstorm

    Bring Me a Rainstorm A single flash of lightning cuts through my sacred space,hand resting on the page,fingers curled around my pen.and oh, in that instant, I plead,I beg life itself…Please… bring me a rainstorm.I will give my everything.Cease the clamor of the world and still the tremble within. I will throw open every windowof…

  • Quiet Longing: Between Who We Are and Who We Dream to Be

    Quiet Longing: Between Who We Are and Who We Dream to Be

    Have you ever felt like you’re living two lives at once? The one the world sees, measured in responsibilities and expectations, and the one that pulses quietly beneath the surface, longing for something more? I have felt this deeply—this tug-of-war between who I must be and who I dream of being. And so, I wrote…