So much of my story is a life after death. Here I am again... the phone rang. Just, wow. The death of a dream sometimes feels like such a real death. Something snatched away before it bloomed. The plans, the thoughts, the decisions and everything made leading up to something that was, for whatever reason, simply not meant to be. I'm left kneeling, palms up, again asking … [Read more...]
Last week when Bear had surgery, I steeled myself. I just can't go to that mysterious there sometimes. There is weakness, there is statistics and there is my grief, ready as a wet woolen blanket to be thrown back on all over. When he was wheeled away on the almost comically over-sized hospital bed, I swallowed the lump back and turned away. NO. When the nurse came to say he was in surgery, … [Read more...]
It was a misty morning, fog lay thick in the low areas and in scattered patches on the road. I pulled out of my house early that morning, on my way to high school. It was my senior year and I took early classes to get out at lunch. I was never much of a morning person though. I drove down the street and flipped on my blinker to turn right. In front of me I vaguely noticed a truck in the left lane … [Read more...]
I wanted to write about being alive inside, what makes us feel invigorated and aware of life. I admit that so often I just cruise through- doing, doing doing and not just being. It's easy to get caught up in the tides of life, being pushed and pulled so many different directions we loose sight of who we are as individuals. We can get a lack of boundaries confused with serving. We can get … [Read more...]
