The Girassol Journal 🌻

One morning, a workout that didn't happen taught me more than most full ones have. We take care of everything around us without a second thought. So why do we treat ourselves like we're the exception?

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.

Most of us knew how to be completely ourselves once. And most of us can trace, if we're honest, the quiet moment when we started to forget. This is about that moment, and the way back.

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