A Farewell to Summer-Fall, and Thoughts on Brokenness, most of which come from the brilliance of authors unacknowledged, but oh-so-valued in journaling past . . .
Don’t confuse a season for a lifetime. . .
Not all wounds are visible. Walk gently in the lives of others. . .
That’s how the Light gets in. . .
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.
And then one day I realized I had scars the shape of wings. . .