This morning as I look out my window, I am drawn to the awakening blue sky and the rays of the sun that wash over the lush green foliage along my driveway. It’s hard to imagine that in just a few short weeks
REACHING When I bent down to pick up the pieces of my life, I shoved my hands into the black soot of death and reached through the bitter haze of unspent emotions, to find fragments of me, inert, motionless and
I’ve come to see that when darkness resides in our soul it’s because we dare not look in the corners and crevices that contain our pain. We fear the darkness when we could choose to shine a light to banish it.
I’m trying to find my edges. The perfect unfolding of a new beginning, a new drama that is directed only by me. As daft an attempt as this might be, it quickens my spirit and draws me forward. The edges
“Retreating into yourself to find purpose can be like straddling a dock and a boat that is moving away. We are pulled in opposite directions by the intense desire of the mind for human involvement and the equally intense