the tender arc of healing: from the first brave sprout of hope to the unruly, radiant riot of full-blown self-love.
With each page, you'll wander through wild meadows and mossy woods, dig deep into soft earth, and eavesdrop on the wisdom of trees, seeds, and shy flowers. Nature knows how to break and bloom; over and over again, and so do you.
These poems are for anyone who's ever felt a little lost, a little cracked, a little like a forgotten houseplant. They're for the ones who are learning (slowly, bravely) how to tend to their own hearts. I wrote them for myself; my inner sapling, but somewhere along the way, I started thinking... maybe this could help someone else, too.
So come on in. Kick off your shoes. Let your roots stretch.

Welcome to the garden. Your healing has been waiting for you.