the art of gathering
welcome, I’m Glad You’re Here
the table is set
a table set with story,
a field sown with wonder,
a place to trace the thread of grace through our ordinary days.
Here, I gather what stirs beneath the surface:
the ache of longing,
the beauty of becoming,
the mystery woven into morning light
May you find here
a gentle rhythm,
a sacred pause,
a reminder that you are not alone
on the way.
explore the blog
Love That Refuses to Be Rushed: A Poem on Writing and Waiting
Love and creativity refuse to be rushed. A poetic meditation on slowing down and trusting the process. A resolute decision to embrace the beauty of patience, presence, and the soul’s rhythms.
The Void Echoes Between US
This poem captures the delicate and evolving nuances of a mother-child relationship, emphasizing connection, change, and the unspoken emotional weight of shared moments.The ending suggests a quiet resignation to the imperfections of human connection, leaving the reader to reflect on their own experiences of communication and silence within relationships.
Finding Stillness and Peace Amid the Weight of Grief: Embracing God’s Love Through Discontent and Self-Compassion
There are moments when the weight of life catches us off guard, often revealing emotions we’ve set aside. This week, as I reflected on that weight, I felt an invitation to pause, to truly see and feel what I had been brushing aside with ‘get it together’ thoughts and self-criticism. In these moments, I sense God’s gentle call: *Come and see.* See the ways He loves me, even in my disappointment and discontent. Here’s to letting go of unrealistic expectations, embracing God’s love, and finding strength in vulnerability. In that place of quiet honesty, I remember that I am held, safe to grieve, grow, and become the person I was always meant to be.
I Meet Myself Every Autumn: An Undecided Soul on Letting Go
I find myself drawn to the quiet moments that this season brings. In my poem *“I Meet Myself Every Autumn,”* I reflect on the way fall mirrors my inner world—filled with beauty, uncertainty, and the gentle nudge to let go.But as I move through the season, I also realize that I’m *undecided*. Like the leaves, I hold on, not quite ready to release everything that weighs me down. Fall asks us to let go with grace, but that isn’t always easy.This poem is an exploration of that delicate balance—between welcoming change and feeling hesitant, between the desire to let go and the fear of what follows.