Nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of your spirit as you came in flesh and blood and water. Nothing. The love I have for you is vast. It is overwhelming. On the day
Yesterday was the epitome of a perfect fall day. And, it was one of those days with too many gaps. Too many gaps to pause and think. Too many brokenhearted selahs. The last three years of
Joy is the whispering autumn wind making its way through the end of summer leaves. Joy is warmth in a mug, fuzzy sweaters, knotted pashminas and the woodsy, earthy scent of patchouli on my wrists.