Today, I found myself wrapped in the kind of simplicity that reminds you you’re alive. Warm coffee in hand. Soft jazz murmuring in the background. And a worn paperback copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin resting gently in my lap. I made it to page 21 when something stilled me.

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.

beneath what eyes can see lies her inner chamber, a sacred sanctuary where her soul is at ease, thriving freely. the only home she'll ever truly know as she's divinely guided. in her solitude, weaving her tapestry with threads of genius and independence of thought.

Jazz transported me to a calm, serene, timeless state. Each note drifted through my soul, touching the nooks and crannies, reintroducing softness and ease to my being. It became a portal home for me — a space that ushered me into the present moment where nothing and no one matter. Just the here and now.

i want a weathered love

a soul embrace
during life’s trials
the endless evolution of two beings

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.

today, i’m reflecting on what it means to nurture ourselves — especially when we didn’t grow up seeing that reflected back to us. there’s a question i recently wrote in my journal: who would i even be if i didn’t nurture myself?