The Girassol Journal 🌻

My dog Biscuit turned ten this month, and it made me realize how easily we take being alive for granted. A reflection on tree rings, birthdays, and what it really means to be granted another year.

Dogs don't just smell what's in a room, they smell when. A reflection on what my own dogs taught me about presence, trust, and stopping to read what's actually in the air around you.

My dogs don’t understand why we can’t go on our usual winter walks. But their hopeful eyes reminded me of something deeper: sometimes the doors that stay closed are quietly protecting us.