Yesterday, I went to put pen to paper and no ink came out. I took the pen apart and tried to get the ink to flow. All the pieces fell to the floor. In the ink shaft, I found a space of air between the ink and the tip. And I couldn’t figure out how... Continue Reading →
I spend too much time inside my own head. I forget that there is a world outside of me to experience. To run barefoot through a field, to stop and smell the fresh air, to pause to hear the sweet melody of the birds, to lie down and watch the sunset - to just be alive. May I learn to get out of my head more and take more moments like this in 2025.
A Big Enough Heart
And yet, deep inside, I know this is not true. There is no magic formula that can cure these things. Being human is complicated and messy. There is sorrow and joy, love and loss, beauty and ugliness. And I long for my heart to grow large enough to contain it all.
Beauty in the Brokenness 