Some wear their hearts on their sleeves. Hearts on sleeves have their advantages. They are easy to access, making things that requires hearts easier to accomplish. Tears, smiles, and laughs come easily. Others can care for them easily too because they see the pain and pleasure. She they can choose their words and actions to... Continue Reading →
Abstract concepts have always both fascinated and bothered me. I am drawn to them, finding my mind stimulated as they float around. And yet, I want to be able to pin them down, make them fit into boxes. But I know that no matter how much I wrestle with them, they will never be contained... Continue Reading →
Deep in the forest lives a flower that knows her name. She hears it beckon to her and can’t resist its call. Late at night, while she should be sleeping, she tiptoes out the door, her heart drawn like a moth to a flame. She wanders through the forest, past trees, bushes, and ferns. She... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 