Resilience is the natural result of a soul that keeps saying yes.

We can throw away the moments , or we can fold what we are given into the day we are living.

Reflections on the burden of tradition, the longing for a Savior, and releasing what we were never meant to carry.

When the words we repeat shape the bodies we live in.

Showing up is not what earns love; it’s what lets you recognize it’s already here.

To live unguarded is not to be unwise, but to be wholly alive.

The spoken word isn’t just one moment in time. It is energy set free.

Healing is less a declaration and more a dialogue. It asks for participation, not control.

I have wrestled with this decision since the moment it needed to be made.
Chemotherapy. Not the kitten.

This time I won’t lose my hair.

Because I took responsibility for my own healing, the failure—if there is one—becomes mine.

Divine Intelligence is not as a voice shouting from heaven, but the quiet conversation between heaven and earth happening inside of me.

I am well acquainted with the hard work necessary to bring something back to life.

Memory is not nostalgia. It is access.

Here’s the sentence in the book I am wrestling with—When we tell our troubles it is always to gain sympathy.

He inhabits the wounded temples

Rigidity is anger unchecked.

Is your hope unreasonable?

When feeling is chosen over healing, the body listens.

There’s an art to pasta.