00:49

Moon has been on duty for a while. My body is on E, yet here I am hoping to doze off. No success presently because you’re reading this post. This is my version of a late night brain dump. It’s a moment to let go of the day in the hopes that my body says

Rainy good day

Today was rather productive. Only walked outside twice today and once was to grab some togo food. Otherwise, it’s been a joggers, T-shirt, and head wrap type of day. I made a big decision today that I’ll keep low key until I feel like sharing it but I’m at peace about it. Don’t know what

Morning Routines

I don’t know about you but I think the way you start your morning can pave the way for the rest of the day. It’s 04:50 and I’ve been awake since about 03:30. My body starts to stir earlier and earlier as if there’s something I must do or receive. Hopefully receiving is in the

Today’s Prayer

Lord, it’s not easy but the best is to give it all to you. There’s a lot that I wanted to work out for the best but it’s best that I lay it all to rest. There’s only so much a person can do. Somethings require more than just my effort. I send it up

Morning Flow

Today. A day of flowing without the barriers creating stress. Started the morning early, 04:30. Moon smiling and whispering its peace, as the majority of the house’s occupants entertained dreams and comfort unbroken by my stirring. Hazelnut drops made new hues within my java blend. I was up, not ready to process much more but

Released and Made New

I give it all to Him. There’s healing, love, and wholeness that only He can provide. Never have I claimed to be flawless, but I’m always giving and doing my best. Released in prayer and praise. May humility continue to lead. May brokenness be healed and made new. May that Glory beam from my heart

Space between pen and paper

Never underestimate the space between a writer’s pen and the surface of release Usually what’s birthed isn’t your peace but the author’s ability to bleed out, to cry out, to maneuver the internal seasons There’re times when the scenes are stenciled with smiles and celebrations, a logging of an occasion Then there’re clouds that rain