"Hope is the shape of love not yet experienced, the DNA-deep knowledge of what we're meant to experience." —Martha Beck I just got back from a trip home where I spent time at a barbecue with my cousin's family, my brother and sister-in-law, my niece and a few little children running around, swimming, playing musical... Continue Reading →
A Letter to Myself
Oh my child, You are safe in the palm of my hand In the curve of my lap. There is no falling, No breaking, no doubting. Here is a place of soothing voices, Loving arms and adoring eyes. You are a light on the world Just by being in it. Here on my lap in... Continue Reading →