stop hiding stop hiding. stop waiting for life to happen. life is happening already below your feet, above your head, all around you. life is this moment. stop waiting for your song to find you;
undress your heart undress your heart. slowly, softly. gently. for under it, lies beauty. undress your heart. know that your heart is fragile and the undressing might hurt. under your heart live the most precious
“Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it.” – R.H. Sin
‘with wild courage’ I am not your words, I am my own. I am writing a story of grace and fire, hope rising. I am a flower, I am a tree, rooted in my worth,
‘sometimes’ sometimes it looks like waking up. sometimes it looks like opening the windows and letting daylight in. sometimes sometimes it looks like smiling at strangers like saying ‘yes’ like saying ‘no’. sometimes it’s big
A little over a year ago my husband and I were in downtown Charlotte having coffee with one of his old college buddies. At some point in the conversation, his friend pulled out a sheet
It is nothing, Or at least, nothing of any value. He takes it and places it on the wheel, It begins turning, Slowly at first, and then faster and faster Until it is almost unmanageable.
I am on a journey toward figuring out who exactly I am. Often I think that I am too much. I am too much sunshine, Too much energy, Too much sap, Too much love, Too
My Body is a miracle, part of a great design. My Body is incomparable. My Body is more than a broken reflection in a mirror. My Body moves me to action. My Body has limits.