November is always a nostalgic month for me. Not because the year is coming to an end--well, perhaps that plays a part--but because so many memories surface. Emotional triggers fire like a shotgun. But this year, the nostalgia is not painful or achey. The nostalgia is like a beautiful rose in a garden. While the… Continue reading Tranquility and Roses.
I have a reverent respect for hitting rock bottom. Not because I like pain or suffering, but because of what I've learned from being there: Crashing and shattering into pieces is not meant for us to fall apart. It's meant for us to break into place. There are lots of metaphors to describe transformation. A… Continue reading Pulverized Pieces