Lent has become, for me, less about striving and more about paying attention. It’s a season that gently invites me to slow down, listen more deeply, and notice what is stirring beneath the surface of ordinary days. This year, that invitation feels closely tied to one of my practices for…
The month of March feels like an invitation, not to be perfect or achieve, but to be rooted in truth. Choosing authenticity in both my writing and my everyday life. March presents an opportunity to see what is beginning to bloom. I’m realizing what’s less significant, what’s within reach, and…
As February ends, I’m looking back at the way love and kindness appeared quietly, steadily, without asking for attention. I’m grateful for love. This month, despite all the stress and hospital visits, I felt rooted and secure. Love wasn’t something I had to search for or prove. It was already…