Just enjoyed a hearty bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup on this chilly evening. The warmth from the broth feels like a hug from the inside out.

Your care wasn’t loud, but it was deep.

You stepped into the silence and filled it with hope.

This isn’t the end of the world—it’s its breath

I caught myself smiling at a sparrow's indecision

You don’t cross a desert. You meet yourself in it.

Constantly adapting and learning in order to make a greater impact in the world.

Gratitude for how you hold space without needing answers.

You helped me find myself under all the noise.

The forest breathed for me when I couldn’t

You reminded me that being soft isn’t the opposite of being strong.

I didn’t want to leave footprints—I wanted to leave doubt behind

That finch flitted by like a spark of joy