What we see in this world depends on our angle and is colored by what we have seen before…
The Undoing of The Nest
I’m rarely at a loss for words when my fingers hit the keyboard. Yet sometimes, when my mind is filled with background noise that I would rather not hear, my ability to write, gets blocked. Welcome to August. The month of undoing.
Rounded Corners on This Grief Journey
My mom had some one-liners that are deeply embedded in who I am today. All of them having some significant impact.
“You can’t see around corners.” She would say kindly. And even though it was the farthest thing away from what I was thinking in that moment, I found relief every time her words gently hit the air. In general, she had a sweet and loving mama voice, but I was most aware of it when she said something simple and thought-provoking. Something I needed to hear. Even still, deep in the depths of my grief.
But if we seek, we shall find…