Can’t help but lay here and feel the need to check in with my heart. How are you doing? How are you mending? What is broken and how can I fix it? What part of you is missing and how can I get to know you better? Mom, wife, nurse, graduate student. I’ve taken all… Continue reading Midnight Musing
sometimes peace finds me in the places that aren’t so quiet when my fingers are stretched, palms down, holding the weight of what I could have been. the sweat glistens. the music pulsates. when will I let go of the idea of me they implanted in my mind the one that finds no forgiveness in… Continue reading how peace finds me
I always thought Spring was supposed to be this rejuvenation of the self, like shedding your wintery grays and blues and beginning your dreamy, pastel-colored bloom.