A quiet home for the truths I carry—the ache, the beauty, the sacred ordinary.

Learning to kneel becomes a way of meeting the world with reverence instead of performance. In lowering myself toward what calls me, I find myself coming home.

Within, fog settles over the canyons and crevices of my mind… A wildflower reaches through the mist. I kneel at the shore of the lake…

A meditation on forgetting and remembering, wandering and homecoming, the quiet grace of being human and finding beauty again in what has always been before…

A poetic meditation on the sacred space where creativity and stillness meet, a window sanctuary alive with light, plants, feathers, and the quiet companionship of…

A poetic reflection on the balance between tenderness and strength, stillness and motion – a night of becoming both the feather and the flame.

A meditation on surrender and sacred trust, where release becomes the way forward, and open hands learn to follow what the heart already knows.

A night prayer of release, when the sky sets down its brightness, opens to the dark, and finds companionship among the stars.