Reflections

It came to me while walking through the forest at dusk —the air damp with pale rain, the light thinning between the oak trees. Somewhere...

Lately I find myself meeting mirrors again and again — in glass, but also in encounters, in memories that echo and shift. A silver...

Sometimes the smallest encounters stay with us. This Reflection begins with a bird, a breath —and the fragile trust of waiting. Learning...

Sometimes, something quiet appears along the way — a moment, a flicker. Perhaps a memory,or a longing that never had a name.   One early...