A fragile heart. I don’t think there’s any other kind. Hearts are meant to be tender and soft, able to love deeply, easily damaged. These wounds can cause excruciating pain. But in time, these same wounds allow us to feel more deeply, to have compassion, to love more fully.
Passionate. She took the word in and repeated it to herself, enjoying the way it rolled off her tongue. Passionate was not a word she used to describe herself. Yet, when she heard it, it seemed to fit like an old pair of jeans. Well, the pair of jeans that she’d thrown into a closet... Continue Reading →
It was a beautiful day. I couldn’t help but smile as I breathed in the fresh, warm air. The sky looked like a painting; a bright blue background scattered with white fluffy clouds and a bright sun. The river was calling out for me. It was the place where I always felt free to just... Continue Reading →