He wakes me in the morning,waiting…waiting…waiting…on me. He wonders… Will I think of Him?Will I trudge down the hall to get coffee?Will I turn on the phone and start to scroll?Will I watch other’s lives, ooh and aah, roll my eyes at crazy people?Will I turn on the computer and grimace at my inbox?Will I
depression
Let’s Get Lit
Wow, 40 years ago, that phrase had a whole different meaning! Lol. But we won’t go there, we’ll go here instead… please read on! I hope your new year has started off better than you could have hoped! I don’t know about you but my resolutions went out the window on about January 4th when
Story in the Glass
The sun is coming through the blinds and she can tell it’s morning. Her head hurts. She lays there trying to open her eyes until eventually she is staring at the ceiling of this room that has become her solace. It is a wreck with stored boxes of an old life scattered everywhere and a
The Anchor or the Oar.
When someone reaches out for help,we can be an anchor or an oar,we can weigh them down,or we can help them get to shore. We can be the darknessor a lantern burning bright,we can push them deeper inor lead them with our light. We can hold them downor a ladder we can be,we can leave
The Dark Road.
The girl who writes these words is a happy girl. I want to spread joy, laughter, and hope as much as I can. And be real. Life was not always joy, laughter, or even hopeful for me, and sharing where I was before versus where I am today… now that’s hope! When I was going
Bloom again.
I want joy after pain,sun after the rain.I want to learn from them, grow from them,understand why they came. Was it to make a stronger me?To make things clearer so that I could see?To learn that I could always survive?To appreciate more just being alive? I may never know, I have to let that go,and
Grace is the Thread
You are like a fabric
woven through the years
with threads of joys and triumphs
sewn together with many tears.
The colors don’t always match,
some bright, some dark, some deep,
together though, they blend and hold,
as your memories they keep.
The To-Do List is Yelling.
Good morning to all of you! Our last full week to scurry about before Christmas. I do LOVE this time of year just before the holidays, seeing lights on homes, people excited in a way we don’t see all year. I used to live for the day we closed the office I worked with for
When I was 19.
I was waiting in a doctor’s office this week when something crossed my mind out of the blue. It happened in my late teens and I’ve never talked about it. It sometimes whispers to me as if to remind me it’s still there, and when it does, I slink back in time a little, and
Longing to smile.
I wrote this at one of the darkest times in my life a few years ago. I felt so lost, lonely, and empty. It is hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been there like trying to explain the color of the sky to a person who has never seen. While this is not me
Beautiful butterfly.
Do you wake up with people on your heart? I do and some days the list is short and others so long it is painful. Maybe as you read this, someone comes to mind, someone who is hurting and you feel so helpless. I woke up with this on my heart this morning and as
Some Days.
SOME DAYS…. I can be the happiest person in the world, life is good and sweet. And in an instant, it all can change, and that’s not the person you meet. I’ll be smiling and content as anyone could be, but inside I’m fighting back tears hoping no one will see.
