“Maybe you should try to write this out,” she said. Little did she know, the ache to write was running through my mind. I could physically feel my body needing to write. I shouldn’t be surprised she suggested to write… she knows me like the back of her hand. She knows me a little better…
Tag: #Faith
I moved… again
I moved… again. Oh how those words haunt me. It seems as though it is all I do, move. I can never let myself get too comfortable. I wasn’t expecting this move. It happened out of the blue. The studio I was previously in, ended up having a leak that was going to take much…
And So She Stops
The cool wind flows through her long curly hair. Her nose pink from the crisp Autumn air. The sound of children laughing and running around the playground. She sits there on a bench alone wonder how her life turned out the way it did. Oh, how life use to be so innocent. She was innocent….
Chronic Pain
This one’s a hard to write… just beginning to type brings tears to my eyes. A wise person once told me, when this happens, “pause and breathe.” I constantly need to remind myself to do that. So, instead of jumping right in, let’s start there: Breathe. I live in chronic pain. Everyday, the pain is…
Rustic Horseshoe 