On Becoming the Bow
A Notes from the Becoming essay on Kahil Gibran’s ‘On Children’ — what it’s taught me about control and becoming a steadier bow for those we love.
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Notes
Notes
On Children · Kahil Gibran
When I was sixteen, my mother pressed a slim copy of The Prophet into my hands and said quietly, “This is one you need to read.” I’ve returned to it’s passage on children at every turn since — as a woman, as a mother, and as someone who walks with others through their own seasons of becoming. Here I share the lines themselves, as she once shared them with me.
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Conversations
Why I Read · A Conversation
“I read because the real hunger under all our scrolling isn’t for something new, it’s for something true.”
This is where I begin the Reading Journey — holding old ideas up against a muddy, modern life to see what still holds.
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Notes
Changing for Survival — The Beginning
How escape, loss, and the farm taught me that freedom isn’t running away but the quiet daily work of hope, awareness, and choosing a life that you can still call your own.
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Quiet Archive
Sleeping Through Storms, Living Within Them
Storms test us, reshape us, and strip away what cannot hold. Some storms can be prepared for. Others we must face awake. From bent trees to thorns underfoot, storms reveal what endures and what must be let go.
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Quiet Archive
Crossroads in Stillness: Hidden Paths and Messengers
At a hidden crossroads in the forest, I found old wires, unseen paths, and a rare Turaco messenger glowing red in the sun. A reminder that stillness reveals what motion cannot — that the most important paths may be waiting, unseen, until we pause.
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Quiet Archive
The Horse, the Rain, and a Breath That Held Me
It rained at last, and the earth breathed again. Lying forehead to forehead with Aurora, I remembered that peace does not mean the weight is gone — it means returning, again and again, to breath, to body, to what still holds.
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Quiet Archive
When the Barrels Run Low
Usually all our water troughs are kept full — shared with frogs, deer, and whatever else wanders through. But in the dry stretches, we fill only what’s necessary. Wealth is not about more. It is about gratitude and preservation — and living within the limits of what we cannot control.
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Quiet Archive
The Rain We Needed
On fear, humility, and gratitude beneath grey skies. This morning the sky was grey and heavy,but the ground still dry,the valley still holding its breath. I thought of the fires of 2017,how fear lingers in us long after the flames.The animals, though — they went on grazing,singing, crowing, barking —unconcerned with our human sense of
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Blog Changing for Survival™
The Ache of Not-This: When Life Looks Fine But Feels Wrong
Sometimes life looks perfect from the outside, yet feels wrong at your core. This is the ache of not-this — a deep knowing that you’re living a life misaligned with who you are. In this personal story, I share my journey through loss, emptiness, and rediscovery, and why that ache can be the first step toward creating a life that finally feels right.
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