I don’t have a lot to say. Just that this is my white space. My days are full crowded with noise and work. Recently it’s decisions and worry. But everything has to drop and I pick up the lens to rightly see little boys in golden light. Night falling and they are still full to...
I am a mother to potted plants and a baby flown away. Children grown in pots, filled lovingly with soil and whisked off to the next home every few years. I want them to send their roots down, shoot out for miles and soak up the California soil, but I am afraid. Fearful to let...
I used to pound it out, all the fear. One shoe in front of another, running through the misty streets watching the angst steam away with my breath. Taking it all in, Yellowcard blasting in my ears, wind rushing, sun coming up, going down and and the sky always stretching on. I ran through every...
There are days where the world spins right, all painted with beauty. Days when the smiles and silly and growing things are enough.When the feel of your desk solid and the tea warm make your heart sigh gratitude. There are days I am content and worry takes a backseat to all His goodness poured out...
I’m not good at making lemonade. 33 and I had never made it before. I don’t think I’m good at motherhood. I’m a mess . . . Can’t even qualify for a hot mess, just a mess. I have commenced drinking coffee. Me whose head already spins in circles . . . finally acknowledging...
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