My name is Stave, and for years, I worked as a hospice chaplain, accompanying others through their final weeks, days, and hours. That work shaped me deeply. It taught me how to listen for what matters, how to sit with the unknown, and how to speak gently when words are fragile things.

In recent years my life has changed

I stepped away from chaplaincy. 

A relationship that once held me also ended. 

For a time, I was adrift, grieving, wondering, healing. 

But something quiet began to rise.

A deeper sense of calling - to write and gather.

A spiritual space for those on the edges

If you’re walking through a time of transition, grief, or quiet searching, 

My writings will meet you gently, without judgment or pressure. 

They invite you to show up as you are.

With questions. 

With doubts. 

With hope that doesn’t have a name yet.

There’s room for all of it.

Thank you for being here.

Let’s keep walking together.

You are not alone!