A Little Lamb

Vulnerable, shaky and trusting these little guys come into the world. At the birth of all things vulnerability is present. What does being vulnerable mean? It means “the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.” We have no choice as children about that raw,Continue reading “A Little Lamb”

Jewels, Gems & Gunpowder

I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. Jewel: Happiness is not a curse nor is it something we should try to live without. Happiness does exist. It is sometimes our circumstances, sometimes just a gentle afternoon breeze, but happiness does exist. Joy, I think, is a little deeper than happiness butContinue reading “Jewels, Gems & Gunpowder”

Courage to Catch the Contagion

Just as laughter is contagious, so is healing. I’m leaving a home I’ve lived in for 12 years. The person I was when I moved into this house is almost no longer with me. I was scared, lonely, confused and angry. I knew pieces of my story, but not all of it. I was chattingContinue reading “Courage to Catch the Contagion”

Cracked Concrete

Cracks in concrete are extremely common but often misunderstood. When we see a crack, we automatically assume there’s something wrong. This is not always the case. Some types of cracks are inevitable.  Isn’t that true of being human, too? Do we ever reach a full potential of never showing a crack or two? I heardContinue reading “Cracked Concrete”

Lame, But Not Disabled

I entered adult life lame. I was weak and fell behind the others around me. I married my first husband at 18 to get away from my parents. He, of course, was a classic abuser and royal asshole. My attempts to keep myself and my children safe around him, never seemed to work. I wasContinue reading “Lame, But Not Disabled”

Still Water

Traversing childhood traumatic experiences leaves my soul wandering sometimes. It is as if it took all the stillness out of my being. Relearning? Relearn what? I was never taught anything about stillness. Sure, I had to sit still. I had to be calm for my father, but stillness – internally, you know the thing thatContinue reading “Still Water”

A Pierced Heart

It’s tragic to watch the heart of the innocent long for the protection and love of their abusers. Tragedy lives in the soul of those that cannot break free from this. This feeling is not love, but darkness. This kind of darkness pierces your heart and doesn’t let go. It wants to drain the lifeContinue reading “A Pierced Heart”