the importance of cheerleaders
I’ve got enough negative words in my own head about myself. I don’t need more. You don’t need more. We’re stuck in an ugly, losing game sometimes. Heckled by our own hearts.
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I’ve got enough negative words in my own head about myself. I don’t need more. You don’t need more. We’re stuck in an ugly, losing game sometimes. Heckled by our own hearts.
If anyone anywhere very desperately needed to take her own advice, it would be me.
the Grandma I wrote about in this post passed away today. she was an example to me of a love that endures at a time when I needed it most.
maybe love does not boast means I don’t need to prove how much I deserve love
I wonder how long we will live along this dark highway. . . in the dailyness of nurturing, guiding, growing, of learning to be faithful in small things.
Because sometimes, I wrestle with the limits of my little light.
The endless gray sky feels forever like 11 o’clock in the morning . . .
no sun to guide and you must check your watch to remind you of the passing of the hours.
Night ebbs slow. Day is a fading in and out of light. Artless.
Every time the summer Olympics roll around, I’m reminded of what I am not. I’m fairly certain my parents knew early on that I was not destined to be a great gymnast. I wasn’t graceful, or bouncy or fearless — or athletic — at all. …
Jane and I walk the road that leaves our little town and wanders along the shore. Snow-capped mountains to the west shine in the morning sunlight. Sailboats sleep on the glassy bay. We spot a heron, three seals and two coyotes on our walk. We …
How did you rebuild trust? someone recently asked me. How did you make it from the lies to now. I thought I could give a one post answer. But it’s not that simple. So I write. And I think. And I pray. And I ask God to …