With the words you read here, I hope you find truths, inspiration, emotion, and the knowledge that you are not alone.
There was a time in my life, when nature was my nurture. A time when I found The sweetest solace within the green of the grass and trees.
The Missing Rings
I used to wear many rings for different reasons symbols like purity, friendship, sisterhood, they were important to me
Dust fills my lungs as I pull the string connected to the access point in the hallway ceiling, opening the attic. Apparently, I say to myself, no one has been up here in years. I sighed, and remembering the reason for my presence here, I started climbing up the now unfolded ladder.
Im sorry, to have to tell you this, but I feel that it needs to be shared for day follows day and time moves forward
From the earth below to the sky above and even higher to the heavens, I call to the one the creator of all the connector of life.
The words attach and then dig deep into my soul until I become enticed to continue to write. I long for, rather crave more and more.
All together we sit we laugh and we tell stories of the past and memories shared the dreams in our hearts for hopes of the future
I feel raw and broken unmade on the deepest level In contemplation I dig deeper and deeper into myself breaking through walls