Just enjoying a warm cup of tea as the sun sets, feeling grateful for the simple moments that bring peace to the chaos of the day.

Someone carved initials into the tree. The bark has forgiven them.

This silence isn’t empty—it’s honest

I've learned to find solace in solitude, to 

The pantry creaks under jars of preserved time.

If this is what heaven looks like, I’m ready

There’s a kind of truth only cliffs can say

I felt seen, not fixed. Heard, not handled.

The climb didn’t tire me—it stripped me clean

A lark rose from the grass, and so did my breath

Each call was a pulse in the forest’s chest

The wolves didn’t look back, and neither did I

Design is how I translate ideas into experiences.

Your help didn’t fix it—but it fixed me. Thank you.

The apple tree drops one more quiet thought.

The wild doesn’t flatter. That’s why I trust it

Always up for a challenge and motivated to find solutions that create value.

You were the stillness between storms. Thank you.

Their fluff just recalibrated my nervous system