I did nothing to deserve the freedom I was gifted at birth.
As I stood on the edge of that cliff, it occurred to me how easy it would be to fall and, for a few seconds, how easy it would be to jump.
If I close my eyes, I can almost remember the feeling
Open your presence.
How much of what you believe to be true about yourself was born from what others told you?
As I carefully opened the box, I realized just how unprepared I was for what came next.
I am honored and thrilled to share this news with you.
I glance up at the leaves dancing gracefully in the wind as though they have written a song only they can hear.
Our human existence is strongly comprised of relationships, each of them possessing different characteristics, each important for us in different ways.
It's the kind of memory that sticks to the back of your brain like superglue, unmovable and unchanged by time, vivid as this morning's first cup of coffee.
Dating back to the 15th century, the art is centered around the idea that breaks, cracks, or imperfections are an important part of a piece and should not be hidden, but highlighted.
If you haven't actually used the words do as I say, not as I do, surely you've heard them. As much as I hate to admit it, becoming a mother helped me understand this saying more than I would prefer.
What if we could turn envy into happiness and celebration? What burden would that release from you?
There it sat. Two glowing eyes. Pointy ears. A glare in our direction that chilled my body like fresh morning dew.
As you’ll find out here, I’m far from perfect and certainly have no formula for success. I’m a hurting, healing, (sometimes) hopeful human just like you.
Denying the winds their power is no longer purposeful to me. They are whistling to me now and I’m choosing to listen, to embrace them and feel the gentle breeze on my face before the storm rolls in and destroys me.
Finding ways to generate enough energy to power us through hard times
I considered items as small as snowflakes, enjoyable as coffee, and important as my son.
It is the ending of a relationship, a terminal diagnosis, the loss of a pet, the heartache for a baby to love.
How many of us are taught to say thank you when giving to someone else?
What if you are the one who needs to ask for help? How do you give when you do not have $2.00 for a ride home?
What if you do not have $2.00 for a ride home or 10 minutes of time to spare? You give the least-costly but most valuable of all.
The biggest mess came one week after days of continuous rain when the roots of the largest tree had softened enough to no longer support it and it was leaning right toward our house!
I often feel the "I should haves" easily creeping into my mind and, if I allow them, overwhelm me to the point that I beat myself up beyond recognition.
I’ve written and edited this post numerous times in my mind over these last several months, searching for just the right way to say what I want to say.
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