She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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Tonight I made an observation that gave me (and the plaster on the walls) hope. My teen actually hugged me, accepted my apology for chiding too much and… didn’t slam the door. Projectiles were thrown earlier (I’m getting better at dodging them!) and I got called an idiot and a moron but… the door wasn’t…
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Over the years, many films have moved me to tears, but only a handful of movies have gone one step further, touching my soul. I Still Believe, is Jeremy and Melissa Camp’s story. Something stirred within me with regards to the trauma of the past five years. Lockdowns, profound losses and very low points, forgetting…
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Monday marks the anniversary of the day we saw a great unravelling in our family. The most disturbing news came to us piece by piece, in relatively quick succession. I held a newborn baby in my arms in the early hours of the morning, when the trauma turned to disbelief and shock and temporary almost-…
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Tonight as I sat on the end of my eldest son’s bed, pushing through comments like “stop wasting my life”, he finally snapped out of it and quizzed me on some Italian music terms. After impressing him with my memory recall, we came across a term that eluded me, yet sounded familiar. It means, “but…
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Staring into nothingness- A place familiar now; Tears cannot suffice; A heart of jagged shards. Months turn into years, Yet behind wooden doors, We wrestle with ugly feelings; The true story unfolds; Nana’s not coming today; Papa won’t call again- Baby won’t even know, The joy we had with them; Months then years of pain-…
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It’s hard to keep showing up My smile, glued to the shattered pieces; Like a mirror, never again, Will it ever be the same, And all the while, my eldest stony; Running me out of town, In his thoughts His words and actions; Every day a war zone- Never quite sure if he’s friend or…
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Have you ever spent an entire day, pining for decades gone by? Wondering if you were to dwell long enough, would those dear friends hear you sigh? Have you stepped back into highschool or taken a walk down twenties lane? Those ghosts are gone and living regrets heap pain upon the pain. He chose to…
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There were no options; peace unattainable- I was surrounded by layers of brick; Human ideas were not quite enough- No alternative for me to pick. Watching and waiting, I asked the hard questions, Pushed through each layer till I saw the light; I know in my heart some things are worth fighting for And it…
She hath wings 