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July 2026 reflection on Running Toward the Fire, paired with The Gift of the Flame, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
Paired poem: The Gift of the Flame
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I am not used to feeling truly seen. Not noticed. Not appreciated. Not complimented. Seen. There is a difference.
Paired poem: The Angel’s Blind Spot
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June 2026 reflection on Someone Said Something Kind the Other Day, And, paired with The Man Who Stayed, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
Paired poem: The Man Who Stayed
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June 2026 reflection on The Walk Was the Point, paired with The Wealth of Ordinary Days, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
Paired poem: The Wealth of Ordinary Days
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May 2026 reflection on So, What If, paired with One More Good Thing, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
Paired poem: One More Good Thing
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Last morning in a borrowed house. The country has done its quiet work. I am leaving rested in a way I did not arrive ready to be.
Paired poem: Sunset Instructions
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The ocean took my phone, the turtles didn't hatch, and a man named Ron grabbed my ankles on a beach in Jacó. A day about not gripping what was never meant to stay.
Paired poem: Ashes Without Ruin
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Costa Rica does not surround you — it introduces itself. Between mud-soaked ATV trails, waterfall rappels, judging monkeys, and a Pacific tide quietly erasing every footprint at Hermosa Beach, a single question kept rising: are we meant to preserve what we leave behind, or just keep walking while we are here?
Paired poem: Heart Above Jacó
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I was walking Hermosa Beach at sunset when I saw him — a man out on the dark rock with a rod in his hands, casting into the surf as the light failed. I never saw his face. I only saw that he stayed, sending the line out again and again into water that had promised him nothing.
Paired poem: Salt Between the Tides
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The tide here doesn't ask permission. It comes up behind you like an old friend who has decided your conversation is over, and erases the last quarter mile of your thinking without so much as an apolo…
Paired poem: What Stays
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