Choosing. (A Poem about Change)

[Being wounded] came effortlessly, like an comfortable sweater she put it on easily, too often. Frayed and worn, pain became her fate. [Being changed]is hard, and only comes by choosing.  An old woman or a toddling child, each must take a step.  It’s faith in the making. Being wounded or being changed comes in the…

What’s Love Got to Do With It?

My heart is heavy.  I haven’t shared these thoughts, thinking that it’s just not kind to be such a bummer during the holidays.  And admittedly, there is much to celebrate — to be thankful for — to enjoy this time of year! Ringing in the new year has been solemn, as my thoughts return again and again…