The Girassol Journal 🌻

There are songs that play at you. And then there are songs that play through you. This is about one of those songs, and the younger version of me I found waiting inside it.

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.

I reread a book I first read as a teenager. The story was the same. But I wasn't. A quiet reflection on how experience changes the lens through which we see life.

This happened a few years ago, but I remember it vividly. Not just the event itself, but also the feeling. I remember where I was. The narrow road. The time of day. What I was wearing. Even the temperature in the car. And most of all, the state of mind I was in that day. I was driving home, and I couldn’t wait to get there. I wasn’t late for anything and there was nothing urgent waiting for me. But my mind was racing. I was frustrated with life. Frustrated with not knowing wh