PathX Blog
I know. You felt it too. It’s time. Time to clean your canvas. To return to the silence beneath the noise. To empty your cup. […]
Is there ever a perfect time to write? To paint? To build something new from the breath of an unseen feeling? […]
Jealousy is raw, wounded. A divine messenger for the parts of us left behind—unattended, aching, bleeding in silence. […]
I write to give shape to the feelings we rarely name. This space is my mirror, my meditation, and my offering. Thank you for witnessing it with me.
