Welcome to the Mind of Faith Kaske

About Me

I began in Fair Oaks, California, a place that belongs to the earliest pages of me. Later, life carried my family north to Portland, Oregon, where I learned to grow through change and find pieces of myself in unfamiliar soil. After high school, I stepped into Portland State University with hope in my hands, but the road bent in ways I did not expect. I paused, breathed, and began building a life in the world before returning to finish what I had started, earning my Bachelor of Business Management from the University of Phoenix.

My Career

Since 2012, construction has been the ground where I learned how much can be built with patience, grit, and faith in the unseen. I began as a Project Coordinator while finishing my degree, learning the language of plans, people, pressure, and possibility. In time, I grew into the role of Project Manager, carrying large-scale projects from idea to completion. I have also taken on work across two different product lines, a responsibility held by only a few managers, and one that has taught me to trust both my voice and my foundation.

Creative Life

Creativity has always lived in my hands like a quiet pulse. I am drawn to learning, to trying, to the sacred act of making something from almost nothing. I cook for my family because food can become love you can taste. I experiment in the kitchen because curiosity often arrives with an apron on. I garden because there is something honest about dirt beneath my fingernails and watching the small things grow. I have sewn since I was little, stitching tote bags and other pieces together with patience and care. And sometimes, I pick up a camera, trying to catch the tenderness of light before it slips away.

Why I Write

Recently, I began coming home to myself in a more honest way. In the quiet, difficult work of self-discovery and healing, poetry found me before I fully knew I was looking for it. I read words that reached into places I had kept hidden, places I had not yet given language. They opened something tender. They reminded me that stories do not disappear simply because we have been silent. Somewhere in that opening, I picked up a pen and began writing my own.

Through this process, I found my way back to writing, and in many ways, back to myself. As I travel this deeply personal road and turn inward, poetry has become medicine, mirror, breath, and release. It is where I place the pieces I am learning how to hold. It is where pain becomes language, where healing becomes possible, where the quiet parts of me are finally allowed to speak. Poems are meant to be shared, so what follows are pieces of that journey: poems and reflections shaped by discovery, healing, and the quiet courage it takes to be seen. I hope they meet you gently. I hope they touch something in you, as writing them has touched something in me.

This is the story of a woman shaped by movement, work, creativity, and the quiet courage of beginning again. From the places that raised me to the projects that strengthened me, from the gardens, kitchens, fabric, and photographs that have filled my hands, to the poems that have opened my heart, each part of my life has become a thread in the same unfolding tapestry: a search for meaning, healing, and connection.

If you feel called to keep reading, I hope you enter these poems gently. May they rest in your hands with tenderness and room to breathe. May something within them feel familiar, offer comfort, and remind you that even in the quietest places, light can still find its way in.