I’ve been contemplating lately. So I decided to write myself a note. Only this note is my younger self. My Letter To Me Dear Michelle,
And she ran. She ran with tears so hot streaming down her face that her clothes began to smolder. Smolder with the potential of fire being released through those tears. Those tears represented every hope, hurt and every “whatever” she whispered.
Aaaagghhhh. Nothing quite like a soul rest. It’s like taking a beach trip internally. It is quite possible to have physical rest but be exhausted in your soul. Your soul can feel spent after a number of significant things happening to you. Back to back trials. Disappointments, that once were wrapped up as dreams now seem to be faded memories…. View Post
Squirrel! This is what my family members say when I am telling them something and get side-tracked. I don’t often tell them to be prepared when I feel the need to jump over on 10th Avenue while we’ve been cruising right along on 2nd Street. Funny thing is, my kids totally get this. And just keep on tracking with me…. View Post