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The First Light Sometimes January asks us not to rush, but simply to notice

Sometimes January asks us not to rush, but simply to notice what’s already glowing. This poem came from one of those quiet moments — sitting with a candle, letting the day arrive slowly.


A flare of power,
a breath of heat —
and you bloom.


This is your moment to dance,
a quiet miracle.


I watch your soft energy rise,
your perfect arc of movement
curling around the wick,
a small sun
learning its sky.

You take your place with grace,
spilling calm across my desk,
offering peace
and the tender promise
of a...
Stepping Into the Quiet - Reflections for January 2026 January has always

January has always felt like a gift to me. Not asleep - just gently re-stocking.

Taking Stock in the Quiet

January is when I slow down, journal, make notes, and prepare. While I’ve never been a strict keeper of resolutions, I love dreaming - quietly and without judgment. And while I won’t beat myself up if I don’t reach every dream, I do believe that if I don’t dream at all… how will I ever go anywhere?

December Surprises

December held a few lovely surprises. Deep House saw a beautiful boost in...

Falling Into Things (Again) December has a habit of sneaking up on me. One

December has a habit of sneaking up on me. One minute I’m finding my footing as a newly published author, and the next I’m blinking at fairy lights, wrapping paper, and the quiet astonishment of another year nearly done.

If you’ve been here a while, you’ll know this about me: I rarely plan anything. I tend to fall sideways into things and then pretend it was all very intentional. That’s more or less how I’ve ended up here again — learning, adapting, and occasionally surprising myself.

Since my...

Letting the Story Go October 7th was launch day — the moment Deep House

October 7th was launch day — the moment Deep House finally stepped out into the world. I won’t pretend it wasn’t nerve-wracking. After twelve years of sitting quietly as printed pages in a file (that’s how behind the times I was!), the story was suddenly out there. No take-backs. No hiding. Just walking on its own two haunted feet.

For a long time, I couldn’t publish — some reasons were personal, others purely about confidence. But the world, and technology, have changed so much since then....

The House That Waited Twelve Years Hello and welcome,I can’t tell you how

Hello and welcome,

I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re here at the very start of this journey. Writing can be such a solitary act, but sharing it with others is what brings the words to life.

One of the most rewarding parts of preparing this book has been working with my ARC readers. They’ve not only spotted mistakes (always a bonus when you’re a one-person publishing team!) but have also offered honest, heartfelt feedback. Reading how they connected with the story in ways I hadn’t...