trusting the journey…

trusting the journey…

I sit here typing these words at forty-five years old. Forty-five... How did that happen? I still feel seventeen inside, barely treading in too-deep-water and wondering when I'll be able to stop pretending like I've got this whole thing under control. I also, admittedly, feel about ninety-two, or at least how I imagine ninety-two to [...]

Little birds…

In the quiet silence of aloneness I am left on my own, to reflect. There were years of flowers and clumsy breakfasts, all blooms in what would feel (for a very long time) like a crowning achievement. After so many years of heartbreak and pregnancy loss, my life suddenly held this bubbly little girl who [...]