No one told me it would require solitude to put pen to paper And yet my loneliness provides a voice In the space between wonder and wandering my soul speaks The margin between exultation and despair is the place I ...
Brokenness is not something we like to celebrate. It costs too much, it’s not pretty or convenient, it lays us bare at our most vulnerable. However, it finds you it’s physical, emotional, and spiritual. It’s thoughts that you’d never admit ...
A delicate mirrored box sits in my hutch surrounded by pretty heirlooms and souvenirs. In a way, it’s a souvenir of some of my darkest moments, a memory kept in honor of the friendship and the beauty that comes from ...
