Time Passes

Time seemed to stand still. Sitting with pen in hand unable to truly process what was occurring. To others, she appeared calm, yet deep in thought. Internally, release was needed, hence her effort in picking up her pen. Usually this was enough to nudge her into puncturing the emotional bag to allow thoughts and ideas

Stream of Consciousness Moment

My brain is drained. Drained from focusing all day on learning, note taking, interacting, and starting earlier than my body has been prepared for. Usually I’m awake until 4 or 430 am. Rising around 11. This has changed. Now I rise a lot earlier and push through until about 1 am. Believe me, I’ve tried

Lament

Have you ever let a piece just flow from your heart and it just takes a shape or form of its own?  When I write from the moments where my heart is heavy or the emotions or thoughts are high, I think of Lamentations in the Bible.   Lamentations can be such a heavy read.

Climbing a stair/moment at a time

The stairs are not always easy to climb on the road to accomplishing your goals. There’s no easy ride escalator that takes you to the destination of your choosing. A plan is needed. It requires a lot of pushing and pulling, sweating and prioritizing, There’s a need for faith, prayer, and action. Many times the

You are a blessing :)

    We all need reminders to keep smiling when our heart may long for what was or what hasn’t arrived in our lives yet.   There are times that we just need to know that our prayers are heard, our hard work is not in vain, and our presence is appreciated.   Guess what?  I

My Heart Screams: Purge

    People will argue, lash out, cry, and pour everything out as a way to say that they need you. And though, you may not be the cause of the pain, their pleas should not fall on deaf ears and numb hearts.   They’ve been present for you when your world was rocky. They’ve

Let it pour out

How does it feel to be… An open hearted hurricane of analytical thoughts, aborted speeches, and a love that can last even after the world has ended? How many colors would it take from my internal palette to decorate my external reality of complications?  Will there ever by a moment of syncing the beautiful nourishment