I've been doing some thinking

and in the wandering of many thoughts
I have found
we cannot heal people
and they cannot heal us.
(not big news, I know)
but maybe sometimes I have to live it to learn it.

I saw something on Pinterest,
it was a list of things to work on in 2019.
and honest to goodness
I thought
why not now?

this is me, starting over with less than three months left in the year.
I'm not going to wait anymore,
not for another person or another opportunity or another year to come around.
// NOTHING CHANGES IF NOTHING CHANGES //
optimism is medicine.
healthy relationships, His word, prayer and the sunlight are too.
hey 2018,
let's make the rest of our time together something fulfilling.

take the day and

...turn the mundane into magic.

 

 

 

 

 

(the magic of everyday places//march 2018)

and so as time goes by

Mattea

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.