Lately, I’ve been exploring the caverns of my psyche, unintentionally in the conscious sense, but undeniably led by the undercurrent of my soul. There were questions lodged in my spirit that no spreadsheet, no sermon, no well-meaning friend could resolve.

I’ve been thinking a lot about ships lately — how they’re meant to carry us somewhere. How they aren’t just structures floating for the sake of floating, but vessels. Made to move. Made to navigate. Made to arrive. They call it a relation-ship for a reason.

there’s a rhythm my soul remembers. one that doesn’t hurry past the early morning sun peeking through the blinds, but one that finds solace in seeing the sun as it mets her in rising. i used to chase the idea of peace, but now i simply rest in it.