Opening the soft archive.This piece came from 2016—a vision, a memory, a myth I wrote into being.Back then, I was just beginning to touch the places where shame and creativity had tangled.Now, I return with gentler hands.To remember.To come home.To say to the part of me who trembled at her own voice:You are safe now. […]

The Buddha That Plays September 9, 2015 – My First Short Story Opening the season of remembering.This was my first short story—written in 2015—when writing became the only way to let the inner rivers speak.I’m sharing it now to honor the part of me who dared to write not to be read, but to be real.To

Sometimes, there’s a big decision in front of you.And you feel stuck.Indecisive. Scared to make a move. That’s not failure.That’s the first step of landing back into yourself. When you don’t know what to do — don’t do. Think: safety first.Warmth. Coziness. The kind of quiet contentment that doesn’t chase anything. Like a cat behind a window.She’s