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…
My wish for this February is for it to be a softer, kinder month. Slower. Deeper. I want February to be rooted. Rooted in love that is steady rather than showy. Love shows up for me most often in small, ordinary ways. It looks like preparing a simple meal or…