“My heart was fashioned to be susceptible to love and sympathy; and when wretched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change, without torture such as you cannot even imagine.”–Mary Shelley “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and all your… Continue reading Oh, Frankenstein!
I long to write, to explain, to connect and to be seen in a way that is beyond visual. Reality, we can not know it. Our perspectives, are just that, simply put, pieces of something beyond ourselves, pieces of a story that does not exist without each other. We belong to one another (see Brene… Continue reading The Mountains in Me
Out Into the open air, open spaces I call you Look See how I carry you, everywhere We go, you didn’t notice, recognize, Care I provide, rescue, heal Love rents space, moves in, deconstructs Old Becomes new, and we begin again Feel The earth quake, the heavens thunder and Roll Forward motion, steady state We… Continue reading Symbiotic Relationship
I’m training for my fourth half-marathon, there are obstacles to my training, as it is in every area of life, nothing worth doing or having comes easy. I’m running this race more for the companionship that it offers than to beat or improve on any of my past races, two of my friends from high-school… Continue reading Find your stride
Originally posted on ambernicole:
Growing up is hard, and I’ve said it to my therapist, “I should be further a long than this.” She’s amazing and offers perspective but it doesn’t work like magic, I can’t just snap my fingers and rewire the worn paths in my brain. I’m used to the critic inside my…
Growing up is hard, and I’ve said it to my therapist, “I should be further a long than this.” She’s amazing and offers perspective but it doesn’t work like magic, I can’t just snap my fingers and rewire the worn paths in my brain. I’m used to the critic inside my head. It’s a familiar… Continue reading Go Willingly
There is time…Little bird singing, heart full. My babies sleeping, not to be rushed. Dishes done. Clothes washing. Reverse the rush and sing along there is time enough to give thanks. 2016 is over. And 2017 has held brighter days to begin with. After the haze of my first and hopefully last ever… Continue reading Time Enough