Holding Tight

The letters twist to and fro. As if they knew the scribes struggle…

Thankful for L.I.F.E.

I’ve been reflecting on life as it is for me. I was talking with one of my good friends the other day saying how I felt in a rut. But after reflecting on this I’ve accomplished so many of my goals in these past few months! One of my goals was to become a barista…

          A Sculpture of my Writing

Writing has power, it can change minds, empower the poor (of wealth or of heart) and change people’s actions. Words are powerful things. Writing is like sculpting clay. Like sculpting a coil pot, every ring has different attributes, maybe a little rough, maybe a little darker, like rough drafts, villians, or character changes. Sculpting is…

Changes, Biking, setting My World on Fire

As my bike skidded to a stop in front of the library I felt the chill rain against my face. Rain is such a beautiful thing that cleanses away all the dirt and griminess. I see it as a refresh from what happens on a day to day basis. And Lord knows we all need…

A Dove and a Mirror

As I gazed in the mirror at my wood wicked chair I wondered what was is to come. A dove flighted off a branch and I wondered; wondered deep. Wandering through the paths of all the “could be’s” and the “might’s.” To a deep wonder. I stood gazing back at my old life. Had I…

Merry of Soul

This morning broke clean and chill over the Kansas hills. This morning I am listening to Russian soundtracks from Toygar. Which are classical and hauntingly beautiful. Sura, Toygar The coffee pot at my house took a turn for the worst so I’ve been enjoying the gifts of my Keurig. Haha, which is quite amazing! I…