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 →
A Love Letter to Myself
So today, I want you to know that I love the fog in your soul. I love the way you see the world. I love how you can find beauty where others see nothing at all. Don’t lose that part of you. You have a lot to offer the world. Don’t ever underestimate the importance of uncovering the beauty.
The Window
I left the window open just a crack. The room was precious to me, the insides fragile and invaluable. It took years to collect and to craft that room. I was afraid what would happen if someone stepped inside. Would they be gentle with the contents, appreciate them, and treat them with the honor they... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 