"There were clouds, just clouds. Then, one by one, letters started appearing almost slideshow style…L…O…V…E. In big, black, bold typewriter-like letters. So mystical and telling that I couldn’t get it out of my head."
Storytime ~ Chapter 4
I started to question, why life at all? What’s the point of all this?? I was far from having it all figured out, but I was onto something big. I could feel it.
Storytime ~ Chapter 3
When I think about this time, I can still feel the music...
Storytime ~ Chapters 1 & 2
There's another way...storytime.
*News*
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain," Emily Dickinson.
The Letter
All that remains now is the memory...of a love lost to the world but gained in me.
Chapter 44
I once heard a woman speak at a horticulture conference who said, “You will never see a flower in a war zone.” I never forgot that. It’s a sentiment I liken to my life.
Chapter 43
So...Stay. Heal. Soften. Be easy. Laugh. Hug. Allow. Let go. Free yourself. Be a warrior for what matters.
Chapter 42
I wasn’t deserving, but that didn’t matter. It mattered that I showed up and kept showing up. I kept showing up for me.
Chapter 41
The answer we’re looking for is found in the place we least want to look. They are in Beowulf’s Grendel. They are the dragon lurking deep in our individual caves needing to be slayed.
Chapter 40
Helplessly, hopelessly watching someone I love so immensely, slip away...among the saddest things I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
Chapter 39
How could I detach in a healthy way if I’m suppressing emotions? I couldn’t. I would be too cold. Hypothermia is not healthy.
Chapter 38
At the end of the day (at the end of this life) that's all I have. MY own love and anything it touches (or doesn't) will be my legacy.
Chapter 37
I barely slept at all that night (or many nights to come). Every time I woke up, I would remember and cry.
Chapter 36
It was a staggering contrast, the serenity of such a blissful moment coming together with the implications of this message.
Chapter 35
Then came the day I’ve been dreading to write about, but also the reason I’m here sharing my story with you…It was a deceptively lovely Tuesday morning in August...
Chapter 34
Though I’d much rather be soaring above the clouds or swept away by the sea, I had risen from the ashes before too. I could do it again. Besides, I was born in a fire. I'm not afraid to burn for a cause.
Chapter 33
I loved him from the depths, but it wouldn’t matter (life’s tragedy). It mattered only that he chose himself in that way...it matters always that I choose me.
Chapter 32
I vowed to share from my heart so that I may reach another’s. I have an intimate, learned understanding that that is the only chance to inspire real change.
Chapter 31
I’ve always found that when something’s right for me, the path opens up. That opening comes with a feeling…the feeling I only know how to describe as expansive. Not restrictive.
In Bloom 