My Crown for a Hug

A review of Spare by Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex  In no way can I claim to be a follower or supporter of the British royal family, yet, after the death of Princess Diana, Prince Harry’s mother, I, like many others around the world touched on media updates to see how her lads were doing.ContinueContinue reading My Crown for a Hug

Reflection Friday: I’m taking you back…

How we begin our journey is no indication of how we will end it. How we leave a place, people or situation doesn’t mean we will return the same way – stuck in our hurts, frustrations, disappointments or soaring on triumphs and memories of greatness.

Reflection: What do you need to rebound from?

Rebounding from a physical and emotional low has its advantages

Relics of My Imagination

Even as my relationships collapsed and wasted away one by one, there were a few I genuinely believed would survive close scrutiny. The friendships I thought were based in truth and mutuality of intent. The friendships I built on shared belief in the Word and compatible spirits. The family members I loved more than myself and would have laid down my life for… until my life became an expected forfeit for their ease.

Breathe. Release. Repeat.

There was a time when I held on to everyone and everything for dear life. Periods when life was defined by the people I craved relationship with, things I strove to acquire, and status I worked hard to achieve. All these were cultivated by family and societal culture. This current stage of transition and transformationContinueContinue reading “Breathe. Release. Repeat.”

Poem: Have I ever loved?

Who am I if not A creature created in the Image of love? But what is an image If not a facsimile? Non-original Incapable of being Authentic If love is a reaction to receiving For we love because We have first been loved Then what of the love That was supposed to pour into me?ContinueContinue reading “Poem: Have I ever loved?”

Poem: No Straight Lines

If life isn’t linear Then we’ve already loved Believing time wasted away Waiting for what’s already been If love isn’t chronological Surely there are no regrets Deja vu confirms What’s come and gone Past is prologue to future’s past Reality is never knowing you Even as my spirit calls you home Though we’ve only sharedContinueContinue reading “Poem: No Straight Lines”

Third Trimester: Stretching for Home

Nearly twenty years ago, Ms. Charlene spread her wings in preparation of exploring freedom – life after work, life after divorce and a technical empty nest, life as a full-time grandma, and life as a pensioned retiree in the Valley of the Sun. I met her when joy came easy, and laughter was free flowing. That’s how I know her. This is how she is remembered.