My nights of late have been filled with dreams of struggle. Arguments, unease, confusion. I am going through a deep change. I can feel it happening in many areas of my life and my dreams seem to be reflecting the movement.
I have not been able to write of late and so I share the words of someone who speaks to my soul – perhaps she will speak to yours as well.
I was swept away by this poem, posted on a blog I follow called Soul Gatherings. I, like Theresa, have a love of quotes and words strung beautifully together such as Dawna Markova’s poem. For me, words at their best create
Writing is one of my best defenses against the darkness that can lay in wait as I go about working to live a life free of PTSD symptoms. Too often I allow things to get in the way, like