Letters to Myself: Entry Thirty-Six
Some places call to us before we ever arrive—through history, water, distance, and the quiet promise of becoming more alive.
Letters to Myself: Entry Twelve
Friendship is what makes life meaningful. Some friends stay close, others drift and return, but the ones who matter never truly leave. These bonds—whether from childhood, across distance, or newly formed—remind us that good people help other good people.
