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.

Why did one quiet sound stand out among hundreds of birds? A reflection on frequency, recognition, and why the people who truly see us are tuned to the same quiet season we're living in.

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.