Stories sustain us and guide us through the different times in our lives -- seminal events that inspire a web of support through story -- births, illnesses, deaths, first loves, weddings, divorces.
But, the young men and women who are dying today for us, everyday, everywhere, who are crippled and maimed for life? We should cry for them. Cry, that that they are so naive, so innocent, so willing, so trusting, so patriotic and so foolish as to risk everything they have without having ever ...
It seems to me that the cloak of invisibility worn by those invisibly grieving is no less than a superhero’s cape. While tossing and turning on mourning’s high seas, it can take Herculean strength to simply get out of bed some days. It can take immense strength to acknowledge that one must amp ...
Our hands touched,
I felt something,
life came through,
I felt moments,
I was alive,
I felt life,
fingers traced skin,
moments lived on,
the void was filled
The worst is behind you, and you are ready to move beyond challenges that were set out for you. Cords are being cut between you and your past so that you can feel energetically clear and aware.