Flotsam & Jetsam

I’ve reached a point in my life where the noise has quietened just enough for me to hear what truly matters. Not the striving, not the endless internal negotiations, not the familiar tug of old drivers insisting I do more, be more, fix more . Lately, when I sit with myself - really sit, without rushing past the discomfort or the longing - I keep returning to two simple, almost disarmingly ordinary words: peace  and joy . It turns out that, after everything, that’s all I reall

There was a time when the thought of being alone filled me with dread. Not just the absence of others, but the silence - the kind that...