The Girassol Journal 🌻

The ocean never explains its retreat, it just returns, the same way it always has. A reflection on quiet seasons, going still without justifying it, and trusting that pulling back isn't the same as disappearing.

When we finally took down the tree in our yard, I learned its roots had been slowly suffocating it for years. It made me realize I'd been doing the same thing to myself.

Sometimes the hardest thing to leave behind is something you built with your whole heart. A gentle reflection on outgrowing seasons, releasing what no longer fits, and trusting that what comes next was always making room for you.