Where the Wind Listens,

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

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  • Learning to Kneel

    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.

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    • Closeup photograph of a single autumn leaf, rich in orange and amber tones, with visible cracks and veins. The background is softly blurred, creating a sense of depth and warmth. The image evokes stillness, beauty, and quiet introspection.
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  • Fog & Light

    Fog & Light

    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…

  • The Grace of Returning

    The Grace of Returning

    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…

  • The Sanctuary at My Window

    The Sanctuary at My Window

    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…

  • The Feather & The Flame

    The Feather & The Flame

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

  • With Open Hands, I Follow

    With Open Hands, I Follow

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

  • Tonight, the Sky

    Tonight, the Sky

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