

Grief, Rewritten In The Stars
My grief rose one night and slipped from my chest like a small, trembling moon. I thought it would break me but instead it learned how to glow, orbiting closer with every breath I survived. Now, I see it for what it is: a fallen star that I picked up with bare hands, one still burning with the memory of everything I’ve lost. Grief doesn’t vanish, it constellates: it sketches new patterns across the dark and teaches me that even sorrow can learn the language of light. So, when
3 hours ago1 min read


Sacred Limits
I set boundaries not to push love away, but to honor and protect the love that I give. Knowing my limits is genuinely a new thing for me.
7 days ago1 min read


Your Reminder
You are not worthless, and you are not small. The world just gets louder when it fears how powerful you truly are.
Mar 221 min read


Weathered
I did not grow tall, I grew true. I was bent by wild wind, there were times when I wanted to give in. But, my roots stayed strong. And so, I may be weathered and a little torn, but I have been reaching towards the sun anyways.
Mar 161 min read


Here Now
Forever isn’t long enough, if you ask me. Matter of fact, I don’t even know if “forever” is a real thing. What I do know is that in this life there are moments where I wish I could make the clock freeze. I want to bottle these moments of laughter, and joy. I want to keep them forever. Forever seems like a long time in theory. But have we ever even seen anyone make it there? I’m not sure I have. So, I have been choosing to live life a little more present. I have been slowing t
Mar 111 min read


The Kind Heart
My heart is kind even after everything, that is where my magic rests. That is where I store all of the love, gratitude and tiny miracles inside of my chest
Mar 101 min read


Aftertaste
I sip the thought of you like a heated tea on a cold almost spring morning burning, but necessary. The thoughts consumed me, and suddenly I could no longer put my tea down. I found myself in a spiral of all the could haves, the should haves, or perhaps even the would haves. I started questioning things again, asking what could all this life stuff actually be about? I bet you think that I never think of you, but the truth is, that I do. And in the moments that I think of you
Mar 81 min read

