Absolutely

I have found myself using this word absolutely quite frequently as of late, much like an overused exclamation mark. But I like it.  It has a ring of agreeable pleasure, of a hearty yes, of an “I couldn’t agree more”  Absolutely! Perhaps I should have just written an...

Who’s in Control, anyway?

Below is a poem I wrote earlier this week about control.  Because in so many ways life has felt rather out of control in the past weeks and months.  More thoughts below. . . Control Control is an illusion desiring to arrange my world much like I do my space but...

Beauty Grows in Broken Places

Beauty grows in broken Places Take the rose for example: furled petals releasing scent, swaying in the breeze. Opening to stunning perfection, delicate beauty. I angle my camera to shut out the weeds. I don’t focus on the ragged earth littered with dead leaves. No. I...

Lookin’ for Joy

I knew after writing about wailing last week I wanted to balance it a bit with a dose of joy. Although the feedback from my post on wailing has taught me to listen, it was a post I was compelled to write and felt deeply about.  Thank you for your feedback! What I...

When Women Wail

I’m sorry. Or am I?  Because in the world I’ve grown up in, women don’t wail.  Yes, there might be tears, but appropriately, and often in private.  Especially as a woman of faith, a preacher’s kid, I’ve been taught to be proper, to reign...

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