Where quiet thoughts find their voice.
I spent a long time trying to fit in.
Trying to be who I thought others needed me to be.
Peace arrived when I stopped editing myself.
Now, I let my voice carry through the trees.
The path winds through questions,
stories, and the occasional rabbit trail.
While We Walk
Fitting in meant watching the room before I spoke. Editing myself before I walked through the door. I got very good at it. I also got very tired.
Continue Reading →I spent years believing that keeping the peace meant staying quiet. Then one honest post taught me that silence is not always peace.
Continue Reading →It is easy to take one moment, one decision, or one label and let that become the whole story.
Continue Reading →The words sound generous on a sign, but the real test is what people experience after they walk through the door.
Continue Reading →I was told my entire life that being gay was a sin. But deep down, the questions never went away.
Continue Reading →I wanted to know whether the answers I'd been given were actually coming from the passages themselves or from the way those passages had been interpreted and taught to me.
Continue Reading →Some thoughts stay on the path,
and others chase squirrels.
A Curious Thing
The smell after rain has a name: petrichor.