Welcome to the Nest
This is the place I return to.
A nest made of small words, big feelings, and quiet truths.
Here, each poem is a twig, a feather, a piece of thread I’ve gathered—
from grief, joy, mothering, nature, memory, and healing.
These poems arrived slowly—some as cries, others as lullabies.
Nothing here is perfect, but everything is real.
You’re invited to rest here.
To read slowly.
To let something in you soften, or stir.
Each category below is a little hollow in the nest—
a different way my heart has spoken.
They’re soft spaces to wander through,
depending on what you’re holding, or what’s holding you.
This is where I come to remember.
To whisper.
To name the small truths that live in my bones.
Take your time.
Let your breath guide you.
Each section is a path into a part of me—
and maybe, a part of you too..
Mothering
The daily ache and the holy tenderness.
Poems that hold the mess and magic of caregiving—
when you’re stretched too thin and still showing up.
→ Step into Mothering
Healing & Becoming
Words from the in-between places.
Here live the poems that emerged through grief, softness, boundaries, and unbecoming—
on the slow walk home to myself.
→ Enter the Becoming
Nature Whispers
Where trees speak, rivers remember,
and my breath meets the breath of the wild.
This is the sacred stillness between things.
