dear, me -- time is a precious thing and the people in your life maybe more so. remember that rainy day under the shelter of that train stop? when she whispered grace and assurance, strength and encouragement? do you remember that day? and music. there … Continue reading sincerely, me.
dear march -- i. why does healing take so much time? and this thing called time -- will it ever come? i. big yellow umbrellas and northern lights... i'll just sit with you in the dark and hold a big yellow umbrella over your head until the … Continue reading still i rise | no. 3
dear february -- i. happy mail from cc... shrills of delight, tears of joy, tugs from the heart. thank you. ❤ i. oh deer... he says i must get it in, everything there or not. i give in and comply. later, another bids me to join. and … Continue reading still i rise | no. 2
her heart stirred violently inside of her chest her weary hands, trying to push it all down, all the while choosing to breath in with hope and exhale with grace. she didn’t settle, no she reached for more -- more than just existing, more than … Continue reading overcoming, overcome, overcame
dear december -- ii. cling on to hope --- you will come out of this stronger. you are okay. it will all be okay. ii. smile fries and "burning the house down"... thank you for joyous moments. and thank you for covering us with Your hand. … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 12
dear august — i. our love for each other broke loose as we ventured into greater depths and allowed ourselves to look into into the heart of the other. ii. he whines and drags his feet, sending her voice to rise and fall with increasing intensity, then … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 8
dear june — x. belly laughing until you're gasping for air -- the best kind of nights. xii. i love you... the best three words given and received. xi. he asked me if i was generally happy with my drawing, to which i nodded. he asked, "how … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 6