When I Look Up
A reminder that in the presence of something vast and beautiful, even our deepest sorrows can feel small and softened.
Essays, poetry, and writing prompts for those craving depth, healing, and reflection.
A reminder that in the presence of something vast and beautiful, even our deepest sorrows can feel small and softened.
A quiet reflection on the beauty, resilience, and memory held in the bodies that carry us.
A reflection on how trauma blurs our instincts, and how healing begins with trusting ourselves again.
Letting your heart lead can feel uncertain, but it brings you home to yourself.
A meditation on the art of giving without vanishing and how we need self-love to love others.
A quiet reckoning with the cost of self-abandonment—and a tender invitation to come home to yourself.
Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means choosing what to carry, and what to finally set down.
Some beauty wrecks you in the best way, breaking your heart just enough to keep it open.
This is a love note to the part of you that still dares to hope for something unexpectedly beautiful to unfold.
This is the poem that begins it all — the origin of the name I write under, Salt & Pen.