These Walls
The floor creaks. The child weeps. The walls hear more than anyone would believe. So much more.
Read MoreThe March of Masked, Savage Warriors
I spent a few hours this morning reading many Facebook statuses. I wanted to get a better sense of who we are and how we navigate through this challenging time. I now realize just how many hands I’ve held and souls I’ve stood alongside. I see so many shared feelings, horrible heartache, devastation, and defeat. But so much more conviction and courage. You see, that’s because WE ARE BRAVE-HEARTED SAVAGES! Who knew?
Read MoreThanks For the Fire
I'm not sure if you are still alive. We haven't spoken in at least 5 years. But that's okay. That's what I needed. I've moved on. I had to. Because you abused me.
Read MoreIf We Lose our Way
I can't speak for you. But as for me, with eyes wide open and a firm foothold, I embrace the start of a brand new year.
Change is never easy. Some choose to shuffle through life saddled with remnants and refuse from their past. It feels familiar, driving this UHaul packed from floor to ceiling with boxes and bags of unchallenged feelings, faults, and fears. Even if earlier times were never what they wanted or would have chosen, they settle. With a stubborn grip, they’ll hold onto and repeat all the yesterdays they've ever known.
Read MoreJust a Small Jump
“So nice to see you! Is everything going well? What are you up to?” That’s our typical greeting when I run into my friend Cindy now and then. This morning she told me she’s up to a new challenge; “Just a little jump.”
“Just a little jump.” Those words conjured up this blog post faster than a weathervane spinning in a hurricane.
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