Let’s Swing :)
August 16, 2013 § 14 Comments
Some days you just need a good swing and
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A Simple Lesson with Mia
August 11, 2013 § 8 Comments
I took my three year old niece to see the new Disney film ‘Planes’ this afternoon. A simple dialogue between us, left me happy as I realized, “The break is the courage coming to life. It’s not the end. In fact…it’s only the beginning.” I sat in the theatre mesmerized. I wasn’t broken— I was brought to the edge of the cliff, where I am offered, new wings. I don’t have to do it on my own. I don’t have to be strong. I just have to be willing to accept the wings, and fly… « Read the rest of this entry »
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RISE
September 25, 2012 § 43 Comments
Did my honesty upset you?
Did my self-respect make your stomach burn?
Did my clarity spite you?
Did my spreading adoration make you feel undeserved?
Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?
Did my silence create desire—make you feel things you could not discern?
Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?
Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?
Is my confidence disrupting the girl you LOVE to HATE the most?
I hope so.
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She wasn’t real…
September 9, 2012 § 20 Comments
..the way he talked about her—to her, it wasn’t real, she wasn’t real. Was she? Could she? Could she be real? Was he wrong? And if he was, how would she walk past…the walls of pain he had created
to game her, to shame her, to hurt her, to break her?
She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
so she flew.
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