Reflections

February 24, 2024

There is a quiet language spoken in the places where the land meets the water, a conversation between the roots and the...

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February 23, 2024

I spent an hour this morning trying to fix a broken drawer in the kitchen. I kept getting frustrated, pulling at the...

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February 23, 2024

There is a specific quality to the morning that feels like a promise kept. Before the world wakes, before the noise of...

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