My Thanksgiving Feels…

Here I sit almost a year from when I first put my fingers to the keys and began this whole 'writing' thing to see what it was all about.  Ironically, it was the holidays that sparked my writing bug, due to my desperate need to get all the emotions and 'feels' out of my head … Continue reading My Thanksgiving Feels…

The grief found in our thoughts…(miscarriage/loss)

Overwhelmed, unsure, worried, disappointed, shocked, stressed, these are all feelings that at one moment in time overtook my brain before I lost my babies; these are the thoughts that would go on to haunt me. Did I wish this upon myself? Was I not grateful enough?  Did I take this blessing for granted, therefore it … Continue reading The grief found in our thoughts…(miscarriage/loss)

Perspective….

I have a common thread weaving through the tapestry of my life right now.  Struggle. Not that I am personally facing a monumental struggle, in fact, I finally feel like I am walking in the light after years OF struggle.  It's the struggle of those around me that find me still facing the war of … Continue reading Perspective….

Finding my passion.

As long as I can remember, writing has poured from my fingers the way paint splashes onto a canvas.  The words, the thoughts,  just left my head as if they had been stored there for that exact moment in time.  I recall one year when I was probably 10 years old, deciding to make a … Continue reading Finding my passion.

Diary of an extroverted introvert.

I am an extroverted introvert. Yes. You read that correctly, even if you had to read it 3 times. I am this. This is me. My social excitement and love for humans may quickly place me in that box of extroverts who lives for the lime light, when in reality, my introverted self just desperately … Continue reading Diary of an extroverted introvert.

After the sun sets… (grief and loss)

The beauty of a sunset is one of my most precious gifts from this earthly world.   It illuminates the sky and brings relief from a long days heat.  It offers a gentle breeze and a majestic mystery of how the sky can display such vibrant colors.  These must be the colors of heaven, this must … Continue reading After the sun sets… (grief and loss)