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I was lying in bed this morning, just rummaging through my thoughts. I started mulling over the decisions I've made, where those decisions had and have ultimately led, and what all I would take back. I then began to wonder... What if we all carried a small suitcase that held every single decision we will ever… Continue reading Wide-eyed, Jaw-clenched Grace →

I often wonder what it looks like when the pen is set down and the exhale of completion is emitted. When I am soul-to-face with you, will you bring out the dusty projector? Show me my life in fast-forward? Maybe we will sit and laugh and cry and feel the overwhelming joy of re-birth together.… Continue reading Completion. →

I came across a small birds nest today. I promptly decided to get my Canon Rebel and take some shots of it. After I uploaded them, I became fascinated with the intricacies of this little nest. I saw the way it was so imperfectly mastered. With pieces of nature brought together to make this home… Continue reading Reminders from the nest →

All I have been hearing about is being "self-aware". I am drowning in those words in my Human Services class and then being dunked under again in my Leadership class. There is also this obvious push within me to become self-aware; to be honest with myself and with God and how I am feeling. My… Continue reading Worth it. →

Something happens when I take a few steps back. The fuller, larger picture comes into view and my racing mind slows. There's nothing quite like a new perspective; a shift in paradigm. And these are the thoughts that have been rolling around in my mind. I have seen the importance of stopping the vehicle that I… Continue reading Only so much. →

I'm learning to tell my own story, and I am also learning to listen and to fall in love with everyone else's story. My favorite novel of all time, The Special Topics in Calamity Physics, says it best: "But most critically, sweet, never try to change the narrative structure of someone else's story, though you… Continue reading Mut. →

I'm trying to be an open book, but I'll leave blank pages to keep even myself guessing. It's where the words turn themselves into oceans and then into waves. I feel so far from the shore. I'm floating on all of my timorous thoughts, and boats full of metaphors drop their anchors. I can feel… Continue reading Protected Rhythms →