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It’s in the remembering that we live braver, hungrier and more convinced of hope and grace and beauty swallowing. I have noticed small bright pink post it notes lying around in the same spot. At first glance, I paid … Continue reading
“If we shield the canyons from the wind, the beauty of a new creation may never be gained.” Elizabeth Kubler-Ross Grief never goes away. To be repetitively honest, I hate writing about it. Pull the covers back waking to a … Continue reading
Warm door knob waiting on cold nights. Waiting. Wanting. Welcome. Walls whisper greetings and memories both enchanting and unnerving. Home is where the heart is and where treasure buried deep feeds the soil of one’s heart, always and forever.