Because I say I have always walked with God does not mean it has been a saintly life. The walk with God includes stumbling and crawling on your scrapped and bloody hands and knees through the depths of hell and...
Written in March 2020- I chose the sunsets of my life, always chasing them before they set in the waters of the Pacific. Perhaps, subconsciously, I was wanting the ending to storylines and pain and feeling lost and alone. The...
At the age of 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who was never married and had no children, was walking through the park in Berlin, when he met a little girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She...
(Written in September 2020 on the shores of the Pacific) Woke up this morning and this is what I was compelled to write: “Each time we rise from the ashes, our wings of love grow bigger. It is the ultimate...
You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in. You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter. You’re...
‘I watched in loneliness as many fell away during my grief. I felt sadness as many ran away from my Love. Both are uncomfortable to many. But if you embrace both, you will be free. Don’t run from freedom. It...
It is on mornings like these that my phone decided I wanted to see a photo memory that it chooses not. In July 2011, I had already learned my son Elijah would not live. This photo is from taking him...