EXPRESSIONS

The Ocean She beckoned. I came. Tears flowed — unasked, she carried away sorrow, grief, heartache. That is her nature: to absorb. Knowing this, I offered love and gratitude — for her grace, and generosity. And for a moment, there was stillness. i the soul

is the energy holding this space.  Truth. Expression. born from the heart and that quiet, pure essence we call the soul. This space is an invitation to soften the edges of who we think we must be, and to listen more closely to what is already true within us. Here, expression is not polished—it is honest, alive, and allowed to unfold in its own time and way. So often, we learn to quiet our voice in order to belong. This space serves as a remembering— that our truest expression