June 28 – A Soft Threshold
This morning, the wind felt different. It carried something... a memory, maybe. Or a whisper of someone I once knew. I stood still, listened, and let it pass through me.
These are moments I've captured — not always in words, but always in presence.
This morning, the wind felt different. It carried something... a memory, maybe. Or a whisper of someone I once knew. I stood still, listened, and let it pass through me.
I sat with a woman today whose eyes looked past the room. She wasn't quite here, and not quite gone. What a privilege it is to witness that in-between space.
There is a sound silence makes when someone is missing. It echoes louder than any voice. Today I just listened to it. No fixing. Just feeling.