The collection
Small observations. Open-hearted moments.
A little room to breathe.
Chatter… chatter… talk… talk… The voices are everywhere. Social media. Influencers. Opinions layered upon opinions, telling us what to think, what to want, what to fear, who to be. In all…
Read the reflection: Step Out of the NoiseThere are moments when words feel too small. In the sacred mountains of Tibet and Nepal, water, mud, stone and ice have swept through valleys and villages, carrying homes, roads, temples,…
Read the reflection: A Prayer for Tibet and NepalSome moments ask us not to understand, not to explain, not even to find the right words— only to **bear witness** **with an open heart.** May those who are suffering feel, somehow, the…
Read the reflection: To Bear WitnessThere is a spirit moving through our time. It speaks in the language of disruption— of contempt where respect once stood, of division where belonging once grew. Those who are different…
Read the reflection: Where Hope LivesWe have taught our machines to think faster than we do, to gather what we know and reach beyond it. And now we stand before something we have made without knowing whether we have learned…
Read the poem: What the Moss KnowsWe have taught our machines to reach beyond us. But have we taught ourselves to reach toward one another? Knowledge races ahead while wisdom walks slowly— asking us to wait, to listen, to…
Read the poem: Before We Go Too FarSummer has not quite left us, and autumn has not quite arrived. For now, they seem content to share the same days. Morning brings coolness through an open window, a slight breeze stirring…
Read the reflection: Between SeasonsWhen Frida first came to me, she was tiny and thin. She had recently given birth, her fur was sparse, and the tip of her tongue often peeked from her mouth. She had been living as a stray.…
Read the reflection: Sometimes Healing Grows a New CoatWhen the world is loud with breaking news, with voices raised like storm-winds through the trees, there is still a meadow somewhere where nothing is demanded of you. A place where the…
Read the poem: When the World is Loud