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A child stands in a foggy classroom, entangled in golden strings connected to currency charts and salary tables projected behind them.

If Money Were a Person

If money were a person, I’d still let them in. But only as long as they helped refine my life.
The moment they tried to define it, I’d let them go.

A single wooden chair illuminated by a warm spotlight on a dark theater stage, symbolizing presence, absence, and quiet reverence.

The Spark We Share

I didn’t write about Robin Williams because he was famous. I wrote about him because he was familiar. This is the story behind that reflection—a quiet remembering of presence, pain, and the spark we all carry.

Two robed figures kneel on a dusty road at sunrise, one offering comfort to the other, while several others walk ahead without stopping.

The Fork in the Road Was Always About Grace

Jesus’ parable of the Good Samaritan isn’t just about being kind—it’s about showing up with grace. Not from above, but from beside. This piece reflects on how presence, not power, is what makes someone a true neighbor.

Abstract golden spark flowing between two curved forms, symbolizing shared presence and spiritual awakening.

Becoming the Spark

I used to measure my life by what it offered—how useful I could be. But becoming a spark isn’t about usefulness. It’s a rhythm, one that moves through grace and lands in presence.

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Jesus Was a Spark

I once saw Jesus as a distant figure—until I recognized the spark in Him. This post reflects on what that spark meant, how it appears across other sacred lives, and how it awakened something in me.

A smooth stone resting in a still lake at dawn, surrounded by misty hills and soft morning light—evoking calm, reflection, and spiritual presence.

Why Jesus Is My Mirror

We often talk about following Jesus—but what if he was never just a teacher, but a mirror? This piece explores how Christ’s life invites us to love the unloved self, forgive what we carry, and practice kindness not as performance, but as presence. Not religious. Not dogmatic. Just real.

A single golden thread weaving through soft, flowing fabric on a neutral textured background.

The Thread I Leave Behind

Not everything we inherit is worth keeping. This is the thread I choose to pass down—grace, faith, and love—woven into a pattern strong enough to hold what was dropped.

A smooth stone rests on calm water, suspended in stillness beneath golden threads descending from above.

The Bearable Weight of Belonging

Not all weight is a burden.
Belonging doesn’t crush us—it steadies us.
This essay explores grace as the quiet tether that lets the self root within community, without vanishing.

An abstract swirl of deep navy and gold curves radiates outward in spiral motion across a soft, neutral-toned background, evoking sacred rhythm and emotional weight.

The Gravity of Being Countless

We were never meant to move this fast, or feel this much alone. The Gravity of Being Countless explores how we lost our sacred rhythm—and what it might take to return.