Welcome to Porch Swings and Willows. My small and tucked-away corner of the world where the air seems to settle more softly and time forgets to rush. Words here have room to stretch, to linger, and to breathe at their own pace. Beneath the slow sway of the porch swing and the sheltering curve of the willow’s branches, I find the stillness to unspool my thoughts. I lay them out under the open light and listen for what they have been whispering all along.
This blog began as a quiet refuge for my own heart. It is where I gather the moments that have shaped me, both the ones that gentled me and the ones that left their sharper marks. I have known seasons that stripped me bare. I have also walked through others that patiently stitched me together. Within these pages, I keep the record of that path, not as a perfect story, but as a true one.
Writing here slows my pulse. It helps me see the sunlight slipping between the leaves. It lets me feel how certain memories press against the edges of today. Sometimes it even reminds me that hope can return in the quietest of ways. Each line I write helps me understand where I have been. Often it shows me a little more of where I might be going.
This is where I linger in the in-between. I hold what I have lost alongside what I have found. You are welcome to be here for a while, to walk beside me if you wish, or to simply listen. At its heart, this is my journey. It is where I sit with my own thoughts until the words take shape, and where I remember that even in solitude, I am never truly alone.
Now I am here on the porch swing, watching the light change through the willow. If you choose to stay, there is room beside me.
