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 MoreSo there I sat on Sunday, my mind racing through the patterns that had worn on my heart. I suddenly realized, yet again, how tight my soul was, and how much it needed to be loosened again, to breathe again, and even to celebrate again. It seems the work of a healthy soul is never finished…
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