Long after the conversation ended, I replayed it in my head. Had I said the right thing? Could I have replied differently? I was beginning to feel like a text message without emojis, possibly misunderstood. In an effort to sleep, I flung a prayer heavenward. “Lord, please help him hear my heart!” Communicating with our …
See!
I saw my first butterfly of the season the other day. Golden like the sun outlined in black, floating on the wind as I walked with my husband and the Danes through the woods. It almost collided with my forehead as I was focused on finding good footing on the path. It was gone in …
Focus
My thoughts are like an old school cartoon snowball. What starts as a speck gains momentum and magnitude as it rolls around inside my head picking up other ideas and thoughts until it fills the available space and crushes my mood like the tiny town at the bottom of the cartoon slope! Writing or talking …
Whatever!
Words grow and change over time like children, stretching the skin they’re in, filling out and maturing. Sometimes they seem to contradict themselves but they must stay true to their essence or they are forgotten and used no more; outdated, deleted, spent. We are limited by our language at times so we devise words that …
Where It All Began…
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