Exhaling

Exhaling

The thing about a season is that it doesn’t last forever. Sometimes it rushes in like a wave of rustling leaves carried by a hurried spring wind. And sometimes it pirouettes in like white clouds dancing across a blue summer sky. But just as quickly as it enters, it...
Healing

Healing

Sometime in the last year, I shifted into a new morning mantra. In the soft and subtle muted light of the table lamp, I wrote in my tattered dogeared journal, Today I will love myself well. It was a gentle tiding, a comforting reminder that I was worth loving....