tell me about home
and the coziness of her warmth
tell me all about the twinkle lights
and family dinners
the laughter.
Read MoreI often find myself
skipping over moments
rich in sweetness;
Not fully present
to their goodness
in real time…
Read MoreA month or so ago I was in the midst of deep grief (that really began to compound a heavy dose of self-pity, angry that I had to grieve at all). I began obsessing over the ways I’d felt broken. Misunderstood. Rejected. Unsafe. Not belonging. “I suck. I’m the worst, life isn’t fair!!!!!” is usually how these fits sound.
Read MoreI was convinced life was meant to be hard. Relationships like sandpaper. Joy- fleeting Pleasure- sinful My body- bad Ease- not to be trusted Rest- earned. I crumpled up those beliefs, threw them in the fire, watched them burn bright until they were nothing and began again to claim my joy. I choose to believe Heaven was always here.
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