These pieces arrive on their own time. They’re not planned or produced — they tend to surface in quiet moments, often early in the morning or late at night, when something simple wants to be said. Each one is shared here with the date it came through, as a small marker in time.

What you’ll find isn’t a single message or teaching. Each piece is its own pointing, shaped by what was alive in that moment. Some may resonate immediately. Others may not — and that’s okay. There’s nothing to grasp or conclude.

I invite you to read them slowly, without trying to figure them out. Let the words land the way they’re meant to land. If something stirs, stay with that. If nothing does, let it pass. Remembering has its own rhythm.