Moments: Waters of Change

As I sit listening to a playlist of relaxation music on YouTube, tones of piano fill my ears, and I’m reminded of weekly massages that seem a distant memory now. Just one of many reminders of how quickly life changes. The biggest reminder staring me in the face from the fence line of my backyard. An entire corner of the yard, dedicated to three of … Continue reading Moments: Waters of Change

Moments: Answered Prayers Pt. 1

‘But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of … Continue reading Moments: Answered Prayers Pt. 1

Moments – The Pond Pt. 1

‘Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!’ 2 Corinthians 9:15  I have a way of connecting more with overly charged emotional moments than subtle simple moments. This is something I’m only now realizing. I’ve done a bit a research because that’s what I do, and of course, it’s a direct result or symptom of complex-PTSD. I’m not going to get into a scientific discussion, but … Continue reading Moments – The Pond Pt. 1

The Fall: The Light in Her Eyes

They were always there; on the table, in her purse, and forever in her hand. The hand that was meant to hold mine, ever-consumed by that which will kill her. They were always there, taking up space – silently drawing her in. Menthol filling the air. Tainting the walls of her delicately conceived dream. Though they were accepted as a normal part of our lives, I … Continue reading The Fall: The Light in Her Eyes

Missing Pieces: A Mother’s Love

When forced to witness the reminiscent review of a pleasant upbringing, I often find myself swimming in a sea of envy. I have no ill will towards those lucky enough to have a firm foundation in life; I simply wish I had more of a foundation myself. I sit, trying to write about my childhood, and I’m continually left with the same handful of memories. … Continue reading Missing Pieces: A Mother’s Love

A Father’s Gift – Pt. 1

I woke this morning, alive to the idea of another day, eager to embrace the journey – big or small. Hot chocolate in hand – The Dragon Doesn’t Live Here Anymore sitting on my lap – Celtic Meditation streaming through the earbuds. What am I grateful for? Moments like this. I smile at the notion I may finally finish the book I started over three … Continue reading A Father’s Gift – Pt. 1

The Knowing Calm of Grace

It’s amazing how good we are when we’re “on.” We flow with an energy and ease, reminiscent of two old dancers. Two hearts in sync – without question – without retort. Simple gestures. Small moments. A helping hand. A guiding force. So simplistic. Ever so fleeting. Muddied by history and torment. Smothered by a sea of emotions. Left behind traces. His past and mine. Or is it ours … Continue reading The Knowing Calm of Grace