The Hollow Between Us

For a moment, I touched you again; with that soft cord that still ties our childhood together.

The Wall That Watched Back

When Mira vanished into the silence of her own remembering, something on the other side of the veil remembered her too.

Between the Walls of Selves

A voice from within speaks of dimensions, DNA, and the freedom coded in our cells.

Tangled In Emotions

As autumn settles over Puget Sound, I reflect on a year of shadow work, self-discovery, and creative renewal. These quiet mornings, coffee in hand, journal open, remind me that healing often happens in stillness