I had a to write an email the other day. Not a work email, but an important one. I drafted it for two days. I spent those two days distracted and in a fog – consumed with the crafting of just the right words, just the right way. When I finish a piece I am… Continue reading Two women
Follow my blog with Bloglovin I’ve finally started using bloglovin to follow blogs and realized I needed to claim my own as well!
In the South we don’t often get a blanket of white covering our world on New Year’s day, making everything look new and glittery, but that doesn’t stop us from dreaming about the year ahead (and the possibility of a good snow day or two). In years past, I’ve made resolutions, set goals, made bucket… Continue reading This Year, More
You can ask my mother- I’ve always had issues with authority when the authority is unworthy I knew how to stay out of trouble but I promise you that was self-preservation I read once that problems with authority can be a trait of giftedness giftedness isn’t what you think it is when you’re […] via You… Continue reading You Can Ask My Mother — How the light at the end of the day
I’ve been missing blogging. For my birthday this year, I want to give myself the gift of blogging. Writing has always been important to me, not just as a hobby, but also as a way to process things and for my mental and spiritual health. Writing online has been a great creative outlet for me… Continue reading For my birthday, more blogging
The strands of what has unraveled still twist around, waiting to be woven back in. Let’s pick them up again. This is where I am and then – the resistance. The resistance swells within me before I even get started. Everything seems too hard, too much, too boring, too overdone, too simple, too complicated. I… Continue reading Release from Resistance
I want to say something, but what I have to say never feels like enough. Or, it seems like too much. I feel like I am sitting amidst some great divide and I can see both sides but can’t reach my arms far enough either way. I want to be a bridge, but I can’t… Continue reading Throw Me Your Rope