take the day and

...turn the mundane into magic.

(the magic of everyday places//march 2018)


in which

I have slipped back into the nuance that is the tiny niggling of shame.
there is just something
not quite right (?)

At times i am so burdened of feelings that i cannot breathe.
It has been three months now. Two funerals.  Why can't i breathe?
Silence is needed, craved.  But there is a sharpness behind it.  Things not said.
And their grief on top of mine.  

And do i even have a right?

but oh, how we get to start new each day
each hour
each moment.
how HIS grace to me is the breath that is needed.
I like the journey that it takes me on
I think.