Photo by Arun Thomas on Pexels.com "I forgive you" ... The words spat out like venom last night..causing the weight of them to fall flat... The call caught me off guard and adrenaline kicked in. Mumma bear in full flight, please understand... It's not personal, but I'll fight for peace... You can't know the walk … Continue reading A.
Freedoms story .
He saves us in a thousand ways, and we can't know them all.Why do we expect freedom to be easy, look beautiful?It's a kind of holy wretchedness that is the beginning of his love story... Freedom is found at the foot of crucifixion...spilt out running down across the hardened earth as the sun hid her … Continue reading Freedoms story .
Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there's no escape from the torment. The demons won't leave. No peace. No safe space... Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living … Continue reading Nameless.
For a long time I've held my tongue ..then one day not so long ago our world came undone ..... How do I do this... Hold my head up and walk in faith? For the longest time I've held disappointments hand... I know the valleys well. Well trodden paths of heartache and loneliness. I've survived … Continue reading Mess
I'm in the Emergency Department in a 4-bedded room partitioned with long grey curtains ... I followed the ambulance here that came to collect my dad. Dad is in a lot of pain... and despite the buzz in here, everything is moving frustratingly slowly. The bed beside us has a lady. She is my mother's … Continue reading Broken
I am a sentimental with an artistic bent. That is to say, I have a habit of collecting stuff. Treasures/ junk, call it what you will. I can't help but fall in love with rusty sweet tins and vintage linens. I become emotionally attached to old canvas duffle bags and retro kitchen wears … Continue reading Collectables
This little light …
It's pitch black out tonight and we are late getting home. There are no street lights out here to light the way. The darkness cloaks the landscape like a blanket.We come up over the rise and the light beam from the headlights cuts through the night. The shadows rush away as light fills the space … Continue reading This little light …
First days of spring were finally here after a long winter both literally and metaphorically speaking...and this particular morning was brutal. Depression can trigger unbeckoned. Like a tsunami, it rips through the sunlight without warning turning the tide on the hope that the day had started with. Sometimes amidst the onslaught, I fall. I forget … Continue reading Green thumb