Girl in a Meadow

Rain beats down. Whips the surface with its merciless lash. This isn’t a soft, soothing Spring rain. Its touch is cold and harsh. Shivers ru...

Have you thought about, when was the last time you gave yourself nurturing feedback? I’ve been pondering a lot about being your own cheerlea...

How should I say it? What I see when I look at your face. Maybe like this: I'm crazy about you. You came to me again when nothing moved ...

What I’ve been searching lately, has been the simple elements of everyday life that can feel healing. I changed several cups of coffee for c...

someone says it can’t be worth much so small and round like that hardly any size at all barely visible to the eye another holds it in their ...

There’s a strange moment that happens when fear walks into the room. You feel it, don’t you? That deep discomfort. That sudden smallness. Li...

The scar tissue of my soul lingers in the background of everything I do. But what if I decide not to be ashamed of it? Not ashamed of the fa...