Over winter break I nearly lost two of my best friends. One is four years old and the other is turning 10 this February. I wish I could say I lost neither one of them, but I'd be lying. I lost my four-year-old friend, Lobo, one rainy night and one week later my ten-year-old friend, Comino, … Continue reading Wet nosed friend
The human species lives in a jungle of buildings and tall towers. We have given up swinging from vine to vine, but travel across roads to new places. There is always something we want, something better. Some people get it quite easily, but for others it is a constant fight to survive, to thrive. Sometimes … Continue reading Desire burning within for life to begin
The now and the journey are far more important than the where, because it determines who you will be and how you will see or understand things by the time you reach a destination. I believe that everything happens for a reason. Don't rush it.
Some mornings are tough. There are days when you don't want to get up and out of bed, and not even the smell of pancakes will convince you otherwise. I get it. But then there are days like today when waking up at 8 a.m. fills you with hope and happiness. This morning I visited the Farmer's … Continue reading A full and content soul
It's funny how day by day, nothing changes. But when you look back, everything is different. -C.S. Lewis I watched as the leaves changed from green, to crispy red, to being gone, and then growing back from tiny green bulbs. If I failed to keep my eyes open and to look around, the seasons would … Continue reading A life full of seasons
There's this girl I used to know. She was so beautiful. God, she was beautiful. Through her smile she would illuminate any room. When she walked her vibe would bounce off the walls. Every step she took was like a step to a dance routine; swift, majestic, powerful. Every morning she would spend extra time on … Continue reading The girl I used to know
A little reminder that we are all humans and we all have a story to tell.
Jenna showed up in May.
May of last year.
She shoved out her hand in front of me and told me she wanted to help me in any way I needed her. I was new to Georgia. My furniture was barely assembled. I was learning in the daily that IKEA is just another same for Satan.
I was settling into a new office space and beginning to ask those questions. You know the kind of questions I’m writing about: What am I doing here? Why did I move? Why does this feel so strange and uncomfortable?
And then there was Jenna. Immediately, she was a light. She was only 19. She was the kind of person who’d stood on the earth for a quick & short time but her spirit was decades old. Her spirit had lived and died and breathed and broken several times before it met me in…
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