I am hiking this morning.

Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance.

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

It's harder than you might think. Some hearts hold a particular person quietly, faithfully—whether or not they ever get to say it aloud.

When our footsteps fade, the moonlight remembers our journey.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
 — Thomas Campbell

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has been writing itself over and over again—one story. The story of good and evil.”

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.