Moments of Joy

I love the kind of quiet you find on a porch at night when the crickets are singing.

Porch Quiet

I love the kind of quiet you find on a porch at night when the crickets are singing.

Porch Quiet

I love the kind of quiet you find on a porch at night when the crickets are singing.

I’ve stopped chasing the next big thing. What’s meant for me knows where to find me.

Trusting What’s Meant for You

I’ve stopped chasing the next big thing. What’s meant for me knows where to find me.

Trusting What’s Meant for You

I’ve stopped chasing the next big thing. What’s meant for me knows where to find me.

There’s a soft kind of joy in just being. No performing. No rushing. Just me, breathing and noticing the sky.

The Quiet Joy of Just Being

There’s a soft kind of joy in just being. No performing. No rushing. Just me, breathing and noticing the sky.

The Quiet Joy of Just Being

There’s a soft kind of joy in just being. No performing. No rushing. Just me, breathing and noticing the sky.

Lately I’ve been noticing how good it feels to just stop. Not forever, just long enough to hear myself again.

The Gift of Stopping for a Moment

Lately I’ve been noticing how good it feels to just stop. Not forever, just long enough to hear myself again.

The Gift of Stopping for a Moment

Lately I’ve been noticing how good it feels to just stop. Not forever, just long enough to hear myself again.

Maybe the point was never to make life perfect. Maybe it’s to live well anyway, even with the baggage we carry.

Living Well With What We Carry

Maybe the point was never to make life perfect. Maybe it’s to live well anyway, even with the baggage we carry.

Living Well With What We Carry

Maybe the point was never to make life perfect. Maybe it’s to live well anyway, even with the baggage we carry.

Choosing Not to Live in the Past

Choosing Not to Live in the Past

Don’t give your past the power to define your future.

Choosing Not to Live in the Past

Don’t give your past the power to define your future.