The Agony of Letting Go

I yearned to press your storied palms to my lips; to kiss the hands that hold tales of silent battles and quiet victories.

It’s My Birthday. Will the Growing Pains Subside?

To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.

My brother died two days before my birthday. March 12, 2021. It was sudden. It was devestating.

Exploring how spirituality and personal growth are journeys that intertwine.

What happens when we are ready to move forward from our trauma?

I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.

When childhood memories are erased, a piece of the soul is thrown away.

It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.

Imitation is not the best form of flattery. It is the worst form of unoriginality.

The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.

Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.