Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul
Musings on magic, memories, & mischief.
Some songs come from memory.Others come from mystery. This one was born from both—from a stone, a sky full of tears, and the half-remembered ache of someone who may or may not have existed but whose presence shaped me all the same. We never truly met, but I carry a piece of a geode said... Continue Reading →
for James and Yoska - two souls I once almost knew When the sky cries,I remember you—not as you were,but as you whispered throughsong, stone,and silence. A face half-seen.A name passed gentlyfrom one heartbeat to the next.Was it real?Was it dream? Does it matter? Because something in mestill carries your half of the world—the polished... Continue Reading →
Gravity & Grace —a dream I am wings now.Not broken, not borrowed—but born from the acheof becoming. You reach for me,not to hold,but to steady the breezeas I take first flight. We entangle in wonder,not to vanish,but to deepenthe shape of who we are. You embrace menot to contain,but to witnesswhat flies freelywhen love doesn't... Continue Reading →
It started like any other day—doing the morning things,sipping tea,debating a big lunch, a light dinner,or just skipping it alluntil some word or cue shaped the rest of the day. Typical Thursday here. Then the cue came.And the heart knew.The body knew. The distant sky grew dark—not everywhere,just over there,at the edge.You know the kind... Continue Reading →
Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul 