first photo friday!

searching for signs of spring//in awe of being alive again

a song speaking to my soul

searching for signs of spring while winter is washing away

random words that came to me

this week i sensed spring might actually arrive this year. i saw the sun for the first time in what feels like months. signs of winter have washed away with the melting snow. i’ve risen each day with awe at the gift it is to be alive again. and what a gift it is.

if you know me well, you know that i love to write as a way to witness what i perceive to be. i love language because it can connect people in mysterious ways. i have a practice of writing whatever comes to my mind as part of my morning routine. this used to be hard for me because i was quick to judge whatever words wanted to come. these days i notice + name what my heart needs + do my best to honor it. some weeks i nearly fill a notebook. other days only one sentence surfaces.

as i said in my first post, i truly don’t know the direction my substack will go. i feel a strong sense of the space i hope to create + the way i want you as my reader to feel welcome- to witness my words + to explore how they might connect to your human experience.

i’m learning how to listen to what words are ready to be shared. i imagine that each post will look quite different in its offering, but i’m trusting that if we both remain open, there will be goodness we can each receive. so, here are some words that have been on my mind. i’m taking the time + choosing to share these few with you!

the sunset as i walked away from work

i’ve always loved mornings
the sacred solitude is something i seem to need.
it's silent, slow, and simply stilling to the soul. 
i want to receive all the spirit is offering 
in the silence when i rise.
before i enter the violence of life.
before the morning makes its way to day.
like my hot cup of coffee becoming lukewarm.
before the sun spills over the sky.
like my mug as i rush to sit with my tea.

i'm scared to miss out on this 
sacredness, solitude, and silence.
the only sounds are birds and 
squirels singing as one.
i smell the softness spring brings.
i see the signs of new life.
the redbud transplant is trying to survive.
the lettuce is looking for the light. 
the grass is growing deep green shades,
silently, slowly, simply stilling to the soul.

i've always loved the mornings,
there is nothing but peace to recieve.

presence through pictures

glory sightings from my week

a blessing for our being

i’m searching for a way to ease into the weekend + settle my soul.

a way to let go + believe my love will be restored while i rest.

i’m looking forward to quiet nights + rising when my body’s ready.

to connecting with close friends. 

to remembering my worth

is found in more than my work.

as we enter this weekend,

may we welcome rest

like the warm hug we need.

may small connections spark compassion.

may our nights be filled with restorative sleep.

may our days go gently, like a slow spring breeze.

may we find presence in our pace 

so that peace can be seen.

may our work be set aside in some way

to make space for what we really need,

so we can show up again + again.