I have a couple dozen posts waiting for the breath of life. A collection of thoughts. But unfinished collections get lost in dark corners, so I took what I had all along and let it shine.
A senseless loss offers healing yet.
The storms of my mind left me in the dark.
Leave the rest up to God.
No ear may hear their coming, but when you sleep like me, these little thoughts come piling in, and ask for dignity
To Nathaniel DenHartog, an author in chrysalis. May your book turn out exactly as it should, even if right now we're the bipolar leading the bipolar.
Taking one day at a time begins with one breath at a time. Take a deep breath before reading about this day in the life of Elissa.
She went out on a limb with room for only one. How would I reach her anyway?
Some choices distract us from the life we, and our loved ones, had in mind. Renewal makes the way forward even better than imagined.
Oh say, what is truth?