6:44 am… Gracias

Thank you for being my strength You’re The Giant that slays all of my giants My heart can’t contain the gratitude and love In you, I find solace and relationship Thank you for your angels that continue to watch over me, family, friends and others In you I place my healing, my life, my joy,

Sorrow to Joy

  Have you ever felt like you keep revisiting the same painful situation over and over again?  Have you tried different approaches but it feels like it yielded the same results, or viewed by the other person as not having changed anything at all?   I understand the statement, “How does it feel to be

Remnants of Joy

  There are no more letters to write. Refusing to write for a receiver with inauthentic eyes, the well ran dry. Not interested in seeking to understand, as exhaustion rears its ugly head. A love once alive now fizzled…too calloused to bleed. Formerly a desire to be a hope in a future creed. Abandoned dreams

Asking

Disclaimer: Honest, Raw Post…as usual. I can only be authentic.   I was raised to believe in You. A presence much greater than myself. Humbling. Powerful. Loving.  A creator of miracles, a comfort at my lowest moments, an always present shoulder should I need it (even when I didn’t), and the definition of unconditional love.

the first time

I remember… …the first time… we exchanged hellos and smiles outside the gym. Quickly glancing away from your handsome face, SUNSHINE. Uplifted! ..the first time… that ever occurred so unexpectedly and promptly and each time since that time the same butterflies fill my insides. THE uncountable prayers of HOPING  this connection would not be in

Therapeutic Writing 101

So what am I consistently doing wrong that totals up to = Never Enough… Or Almost, but not Quite. I can’t seem to figure it out. 😞 Just when I think the memo was received, read, and connection made, there’s always a kink in the chain. So I tap into my heavy abundance of strength,

I am calling you love

The urge…to talk to him but…I am unable The urge..to write because I am unable to talk..but I do not write..nor speak The urge…to write but I do not like the penmanship…so I sit here and type But I won’t type much because I really want to walk…but my legs are tired Walking and praying