How to move forward
Outside my window, a bird trills its early morning gladness. At the beach where we’ve walked these two past weeks, the tide will have turned, each wave now inching a…
Outside my window, a bird trills its early morning gladness. At the beach where we’ve walked these two past weeks, the tide will have turned, each wave now inching a…
She speaks of grieving as praying our goodbyes. Sometimes what needs to be prayed and set free comes as a surprise. I can still see the magenta blood pooling at…
At first, at least, many of us fear it. But it’s so true what she says, that that same fearful vulnerability is “also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of…