Where the Wind Listens

Writing

  • 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.

  • 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 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?”

  • The Voice That Saved Me

    The Voice That Saved Me

    In the chaos of a summer season, when exhaustion hung heavy and grace felt far away, a stranger’s voice broke through. Nearly a decade later, I still carry him in my heart—and perhaps, in some quiet way, he saved me.

  • 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…

  • A Whisper, a Confession, a Thank you

    A Whisper, a Confession, a Thank you

    I could write a letter to the poets of the world, and oh, the things that I could say!There would be no holding back.After all, how do you hide from a poet?I would tell them of the times theybrought me back to life, after breaking my heart. I would tell them that readingtheir words was…