silence…
Writing in retrospect and speaking in hindsight is easy because processing has already occurred. Everything is neatly placed into emotional containers and labeled alphabetically. Anger [here], Bitterness [here], Comfort [here]. But being in the moment and speaking...the list [revisited]…
The sun rises. The sun sets. The waves push. The waves pull. Life goes on and along a continuum uninterrupted unless something––stops. Today I stop. Almost a year ago I set out with a list. Unintended to be a list of resolutions, it was drafted in January...
inspiration…
O Muses, O high genius, aid me now! O memory that engraved the things I saw, Here shall your worth be manifest to all! —Dante Alighieri, The Inferno The muses were beckoned by early Greeks to aid authors with prose, poem, or play in creating beauty; works of...
thank full…
Sometimes Matt stifles a laugh when I pray. I’m sure I sound like a kid stumbling through an oration of appreciation, but there’s actually reasons why I list why I’m thankful. I never want to forget. I never want to take advantage of the little...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
