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.

There was one sound among hundreds of birdsongs that I couldn't find, couldn't name, and couldn't stop listening for until the day I finally did. A reflection on noticing, patience, and the quiet sounds worth searching for.

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.

Home isn't always a place. Sometimes it's a time of day, a smell, a sound, a feeling in your feet on the floor. A love letter to the small things that bring you back to yourself.

While sitting quietly in the grass with my dogs, I noticed something simple: my two knees telling the story of the past two years. What began as a reflection on injury and recovery became a deeper realization about how healing truly happens, both in the body and in life. Just like our bodies rebuild themselves step by step after an injury, our personal growth also unfolds in phases, often quietly and unseen.