The Ripple Journal
A quiet corner of the internet. No noise, just small moments and reflections, written with care. This is my version of social media—slowed down and stripped back.
Here, I share fragments of poetry and stories from everyday life. Some tender. Some raw. All real. You’ll find microblogs updated regularly, sometimes multiple times in one day, sometimes not for weeks.
I write to connect, to make meaning, and to notice what often goes unseen.
Thanks for being here.
The Companions You Don’t Know You’re Looking For
The Ripple Room doesn’t solve the loneliness of being 'sorted'—it offers something better: the permission to finally be unmasked.
January Ripple Room: On Swimming at Your Own Pace
An exploration of creative rhythm, enoughness, and community without hustle, rooted in the practice of living and creating at your own pace.
Making Space for Gratitude: Kindness Begins Within
A quiet hour of connection, shared stories, and handmade reminders to treat ourselves with the same compassion we offer others.
Control is an illusion
Creative gatherings that reveal the freedom in surrendering control—where imperfection, vulnerability, and play spark true connection.
The Ripple Room: Practicing Unrushed
The Ripple Room’s August gathering explored the theme Unrushed. Participants created slowly, embraced imperfection, and shared reminders that presence matters more than perfection.
Permission, Granted.
Some months, we make tokens. Other months, we journal or finger-paint while stories unfold. Today, we gave each other permission to just be.
Simple Joys and Everyday Pleasures
We gathered from kitchens and studios and time zones around the world—Maryland, Florida, California, the UK.
About Surrender
We talked about letting go of perfection. About trusting the process. About the tension between control and flow, darkness and light, resistance and release.