I searched… for sea glass — dented and bright, to catch sunlight’s dramatic repose, for time to indulge in whimsy and explore beautifully broken wonders, for a kindred spirit craving laughter and adventures.

Seashells in old mason jars, coins in ceramic elephants, stones—smoothed by the rough and wild tide in flowerpots, pictures scattered and words typed.

I’m building a wall of trinkets, varied and dense, held together by memories- ticket stubs and ferry receipts spackling the broken pieces together.

I spent time developing the woman I am… learning to breathe-

My lungs once filled with the wildness of emotion and expelled solitude and heartbreak.