The level of compassion that comes with being a widow can sometimes be overwhelming. In the groups I see daily struggles. Of my fellows. My tribe. Many times I wish I could just reach out and hug them because I understand that pain. It can come in a waterfall of words or in the silence. … Continue reading Loss is senseless
This is from when he was still alive .... not him singing but a beautiful reminder of the million ways he supported me 💕🦄 and how I was building my strength long before I realized how bad I would need it.
"I wanna sing a song worth singing I'll write an anthem worth repeating I wanna feel the transformation A melody of reformation The list goes on forever Of all the ways I could be better In my mind As if I could earn God's favor given time Or at least "congratulations" Now I have learned … Continue reading Day 449
Why is it when we suffer at all we blame God? In everything. Even those who don’t believe in maintaining a relationship with him are the quickest to point the finger. Ordered a pizza. Wanted sausage got cheese. God hates me and thinks I’m fat. Trying to prove myself at work. Sent an email discussing … Continue reading Day 448
The wind rustling through the trees is so familiar to a life long ago. I remember lying in bed in my most favorite homes we ever shared together. The warm breeze bringing peace in the turmoil that was the now. Where did we go left? When did I make you believe I had just thrown … Continue reading Day 446 (Public)
Usually if you are feeding your heart you will starve your art....... creation has been different lately. This is the compilation of moments I stole while embarking into the unknown. Either way I wanted to share it with you. Maybe let’s never speak of it though. Thank you for being a force of creativity in … Continue reading Day 446
My heart is heavy Heavy like a stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Landing abruptly with debris flying up all around it. For a moment in complete timelessness the shatters of who we were dance in the water before finally resting wherever the universe has dictated. Heavy. Lately my mind has been on … Continue reading Day 437
Jolted awake by the sound of your voice saying “mama” I didn’t think I remembered your voice any longer. I had just told a fellow widow how even the sound of your laugh in random video clips are that of stranger now. How I will sit and listen on repeat in the hopes that one … Continue reading Day 428
“And in this quiet company, I forget just how to breathe” Waves How many times can a reiterate the fact that I drowning over and over within a matter of hours. When will this pass? I want to be. Just exist. Nothing more. Nothing less. I am exhausted by the constant suffocation I endure. No … Continue reading Day 426
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