Where quiet thoughts find their voice.
I spent a long time trying to fit in.
Trying to be who I thought others needed me to be.
Peace arrived when I stopped editing myself.
Now, I let my voice carry through the trees.
The path winds through questions,
stories, and the occasional rabbit trail.
Come along if you'd like.
While We Walk
Fitting in meant watching the room before I spoke. Editing myself before I walked through the door. I got very good at it. I also got very tired.
Continue Reading →I spent years believing that keeping the peace meant staying quiet. Then one honest post taught me that silence is not always peace.
Continue Reading →It is easy to take one moment, one decision, or one label and let that become the whole story.
Continue Reading →I didn't find peace by figuring everything out. I found it the morning I stopped rehearsing who I was before I walked into a room.
Continue Reading →I have sat in rooms that felt holy and rooms that felt hollow. The difference was whether people were seen.
Continue Reading →Being liked is easy if you're willing to be slightly less than yourself. Being known requires honesty.
Continue Reading →Some thoughts stay on the path,
and others chase squirrels.
A Curious Thing
The smell after rain has a name: petrichor.