writings

The hum was never about the thing, the thing was just somewhere to point it.

Not every feeling is a message, some are just weather, and the trouble starts when you ask the rain what it wants from you.

You can spend years looking for what was already waiting wherever you finally stop.

The day didn't drain you. The argument you were having with it did.

Not the one in the photographs. The one who was here before you learned which parts of yourself to bring forward.

You've been asking so loudly you couldn't hear it agree. The quiet isn't where the answer arrives. The quiet is the answer.

Notice the thought. Now notice the noticing. Whatever was already there before the question is what you're looking for.

Someone handed you their thinking and you called it beautiful. Watch where the kindness actually landed.