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Running Toward the Fire
July 2026 reflection on Running Toward the Fire, paired with The Gift of the Flame, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
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I write what refuses silence
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I am not used to feeling truly seen. Not noticed. Not appreciated. Not complimented. Seen. There is a difference.
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Someone Said Something Kind the Other Day, And
June 2026 reflection on Someone Said Something Kind the Other Day, And, paired with The Man Who Stayed, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
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The Walk Was the Point
June 2026 reflection on The Walk Was the Point, paired with The Wealth of Ordinary Days, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
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So, What If
May 2026 reflection on So, What If, paired with One More Good Thing, tracing place, turn, and emotional record.
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One More Good Thing
· Rustic Embers
Costa Rica: The Day Before I Leave
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.
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Sunset Instructions
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Lost in Paradise
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.
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Ashes Without Ruin
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When Nature Talks Back
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?
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Heart Above Jacó
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Fishing With Hope
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.
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Salt Between the Tides