Wandered. Wandering. Still.
April 22nd, 2025 Wandering.Wandering.Wandering. Do you hear it?That faint beckon in the wind—a whisper to turn back,to change course.“Danger,” it cries.“It’s not too late,” it promises. There’s a call…
My Little Sunshine
“Mom, is there enough room over there for me too?” Caught off guard, I assured him,“Of course there is.” He climbed over without hesitation, snuggled in close,& fell asleep in…
The Echo of the Second Heartbeat
Some say when the veil between hearts is stretched too far, the stars begin to echo—rippling with the ache of what was, and what might still be. That night, beneath…
The Lighthouse and the Lantern
In a quiet coastal village where sea mist kissed the cliffs each morning, there lived a lighthouse keeper named Fenric. His lighthouse wasn’t the tallest, nor the brightest, but its…
The Night I Knew
This is the night Elara would remember long after the fire—when she first knew the shape of forever. I am going to spend the rest of my life with you.…
A Letter from Kaelen
(Once spoken. Later remembered. Etched into the quiet places of her memory—never unread.) Elara, The day we wandered the market and laughed in the shadow of the Ashwood trees, I…
The Song Without Him
The tavern had grown still. Not empty- there were always travelers passing through the Ashwood Sky-but the noise of it no longer touched her. It moved around her like wind…
Protected: ChatGPT, how can I be okay with myself?
I was talking to ChatGPT tonight and I said “I need to know how to be okay with myself and finding security in who I am. I am constantly seeking…
Grief is Fear
I saw an instagram post by a Dr. Zelena, she shared this and I thought it was worth resharing: "C.S. Lewis once wrote, “No one ever told me that grief…
The Song Beneath the Ashwood Sky
The Ashwood Sky tavern sat on the edge of the wilds; half-forgotten by kings, remembered only by those who sought refuge, or ruin. It was the kind of place where…