Journal

Discomfort is the buried place where hope waits in the dark. Like Easter, transformation begins not in light, but in the surrender of what must break to rise.

The seed of a new beginning often looks like the grief of letting go.

This one is for anyone who feels most at ease at night, tucked into bed with a blanket and a head full of thoughts. Lately, I’ve been appreciating the comfort that comes

Gaze from a Hiking Summit Perspective Sitting here on the summit after my first hike of the year, I feel quiet inside. The view is stunning. Hills roll into the distance. The air

The snow is falling again, soft and slow, covering the world in white. Inside, I stay close to the things that bring me comfort. Reading. Writing. Painting. These quiet pleasures have become my