As I was walking tonight, I was reminded of this story my dad (and maybe my grandmother) use to tell me. I took some creative liberties to fill in some holes. This story makes me wonder how often in life, we change our paths out of fear, take a few turns, and then no longer recognize the world around us.
Deep inside me, there is a girl I cannot reach. I see glimpses of her in sunsets – pink, orange and peach. There is something mysterious about her, a whimsy to which I am drawn. I hear her calling out to me in the mesmerizing melodies of a familiar song. I sense her trying to... Continue Reading →
The Seeds
She never knew quite what to make of those little seeds that were created with a whirling in her tummy or a pounding in her chest. When she tried to explain it to others, they told her they were called feelings and said everyone had them. But she knew this wasn’t true. She never saw... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 