The technician was silent. As was I. But the tears felt like bolts of lightening without being able to release the thunder. The problem was, I knew what I was supposed to see, and I wasn’t seeing it anywhere. Before I knew it, she was telling me about the process of miscarrying and how long I should expect it to take naturally. “This is very common,” she said, with the best of intentions…
Read MoreThere is a certain freedom that comes when we cover our thoughts in gratitude. The knots of discontentment unravel, the ache of disappointment is given perspective, and the long roads of waiting become sprinkled with reminders of what is already good…
Read MoreComparison has always been a thing. A nasty one at that. We are all aware of it, and yet most the time we can’t turn away from it. Sometimes we even choose to lean into it, and depending on our varying stages of life we are impacted in different ways around every turn…
Read MoreI knew that I needed to face silence—or really, to just face myself—and that I needed to uproot unhelpful thoughts that had taken me captive. To physically write these thoughts onto paper gave them less power and space in my mind…
Read MoreRedemption simply cannot be rushed. We, people in process, cannot rush ourselves past the process of growing and planting and rebuilding from the ashes. We also cannot cover up and bury our questions and confusion, forcing ourselves to move ahead.
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