Finding peace

  • Imperfect

    I’ve felt a deep need to write. And though my eyes are heavy and my shoulders are slumped… I’m here, on the couch, with you. I’ve been warring with a part of myself that is imperfect, of late. Sweet good… Continue reading

  • The Soft Things

    The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading