A silent strength is what is held within you. From sleepless nights to heart breaking losses. Many rarely see your growth or the beauty you hold while you bring life into the world or anxiously await its arrival…

It begins with the Lake. It always does for me. The story of how I found myself in a small Northern Michigan town on the brink of my thirties, living alone in a tiny house and writing poetry every chance I get, only makes sense if I mention Lake Michigan.

Some hide fearful behind a veil of fearlessness,

others relish in the light of their true spiritual makeup.

But in the end, no matter what mask you put on,

underneath it, the reveal will always be the same…

I slowly spun around, setting my gaze back to the horizon, closing my eyes to bottle this moment that made me feel so alive, so conscious, so weightless—like I could lay there and float away from every crushing truth…

When I was in college, I spent a few summers doing research and living at a science station in Northern Michigan. Life was slow and easy – on any given afternoon, you could find a troupe of students heading out into the woods to hunt for morel mushrooms with plans to fry them in brown butter that evening…

mother earth, // you are so gentle // yet so bold // in tandem…

The first time I ever went in the ocean, I had the worst sunburn of my life…

Maybe it’s because the great outdoors inspires us to see how far we can go… or maybe because it also shows us how far we’ve come…

When I finally gave up trying to be something for everybody else and instead just started being the exact woman I wanted to be - the magic happened.