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 →
Loosening our grip
Are you the kind of person who throws their hands up on a roller coaster? Or like me, do you cling to the bar like your life depends on it? As though, my arms will ensure that the bar doesn’t move and keeps me safe. I wonder if we do this with other things. When... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 