I don’t know who will read this.
Maybe no one. Maybe just me. Maybe you.
But I needed a place to put the things I carry.

There are days I walk through the world and wonder—
Would the pine trees mourn?
The stars take note?
And somewhere, I swear, a river sings their sorrow.

This blog began as a quiet answer to that question.
A place to hold the grief I never named, the beauty I couldn’t keep,
the memories that whisper when everything else goes silent.

Here, I’ll leave behind poems and fragments,
letters I never sent, reflections that don’t always resolve,
photos of skies that didn’t give up.
And sometimes, recipes—because food remembers what people forget.

This is for the ones who love gently,
who stay when it would be easier to vanish,
who feel too much and say too little.
The ones who wonder if anyone would notice if they disappeared.
The ones who hope someone would.

I called this The Stars Take Note
because I believe they do.
And I hope that maybe, here, you’ll feel a little less alone.
A little more seen.

Welcome.
Stay as long as you need.