The marriage hadn’t been healthy since I could remember but we were all holding on to some semblance of what we thought was the thing we had to do; the way it had to look.
Read moreFormidable Ambiguity
There are versions of you that haven’t been born yet.
Read moreGrit, Fiber and Pluck
I have yet to uncover that stone of worthiness that will make me feel most aligned. I still ache to believe in myself more and become this beautiful creative being I know exists. She’s always been there: my own private Stevie Nicks.
Read moreOddly Even
I’ve grown highly aware of all the versions of me that have existed like ripples through my lifetime. Not only the ones streaming farther away from me now as I grow older but also the ones left to come through me.
Read moreJoy of My Life
Willy’s crazy energy, which I thought was entirely too much at the time, proved to fill in our home with so much love. I miss him: his big spirit and all the joy he gave us. How lucky we are that he swooped into our lives and ran rampant with our hearts.
Read moreThe Love Buried Within All Things
I used to collect so many snippets and sayings in my notebooks. The one sticking with me today is that hope was the last thing to come out of Pandora’s box.
Read morePicnic with Will
What was, was beautiful.
What will be is unknown.
One last final sigh as the swing dangles slightly in the afternoon buzz.
One last kiss goodbye.
Make Good
My childhood made me feel lonely, like I had to survive. How do I heal that little kid? I try to take every step faced with love.
Read moreSprung
The things that get overlooked in the budding and blooming of spring are the death and compost of winter that helps to feed the new cycle. I am at the end of a cycle, stepping in to a new phase.
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