She spent hours putting pen to paper, spilling ink from her deepest wounds, filling pages, searching for meaning. Sometimes, she had to coax the words to come, as though she were slowly untangling a knot. But she needed these words, needed their power to tell her story. So, she pulled them out, one by one,... Continue Reading →
I was thinking today about how small moments and the stories we tell surrounding them can shape us. They can help us find a path where we can be more fully ourselves. Or they can lead us down a path of hiding. And we need each other to see the paths more clearly. We need... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I loved to play with the hose in the yard on a warm summer day. It was fun to create kinks in the hose, causing the water to slow down or completely stop flowing. And when we released those kinks, the force of the water was strong for a while before adjusting... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 