The kind of friendship and connection that they know when you need them without you ever having to ask, that you can be completely vulnerable, that when you feel like you're at your worst they still see your best and remind you who you are... The kind of generosity that sees someone in need and... Continue Reading →
Currently? Hummmm. Watercolor painting OR inner healing.
I love to walk out onto the deck during the early morning with a fresh cup of coffee or tea when the dog is in the yard sniffing the grass to see if there were deer or boars or squirrels, listening to the birds and watching them go crazy over the bird feeders, seeing the... Continue Reading →
I'm a below knee amputee. (Did you know?) At first I didn't really want to see my limb. I didn't avoid it and I don't hide that I have it, I just never was the one to flaunt it either. But recently I find myself catching a glance in the mirror, laying in the tub,... Continue Reading →
Leaving the old world, old programming, old wounds, old blueprints behind, and traveling to a completely new world with new beginnings, new hope, and new opportunities for life and love and heartache and experience.
When I asked, "After all this time?" and the answer I got was, "Always." Paraphrased... but still.
The quiet of the dark hours. That between closing the door to the rest of the house to open the window to let the cold in from outside and the quiet waking up of the world where the smell of coffee and bacon wafts in from under the door and the birds chatter about the... Continue Reading →
If you knew me before my 20's, you knew Season 1 me. Season 1 was Indy and raw, grossly underfunded (not funded at all, to be honest), and the writers spent far too much time thinking about what Jane (Austen) would do. Season 1 Gwen was closer to Emma in character but Fanny Price in... Continue Reading →
He crafted each note with a mindfulness to exactly what she'd think of each phrase, hoping she'd blush her delight. ⁂ This week’s Twenty Word Tuesday writing prompt.
I used to be afraid to speak the truth, afraid I would be yelled at or worse. Then someone else did the scary thing of filing a report, someone who is a mandatory reporter, and instead of me having to be brave enough to file the report and tell the truth, I only had to... Continue Reading →