If I could choose Just one last voice to hear It would be yours And then sound could disappear … If I could pick The last sight my eyes would see It would be of you Looking back at me
A star encrusted sky paints the pictures In a story that only the moon knows Of heroes of old and their legends Of lovers and all of their woes
My 7 and 4 year old sons sometimes say the most profound and insightful things to me. As they lay sleeping I can’t help but to reflect on the innocent yet deeply piercing words. Like tonight as we were cooking dinner, cutting vegetables and sauteing them.
The air is so fresh here, so far away from anything familiar. I have no past here, no memories. The people are all strangers and the mountains are all new to me. Every mile is a new adventure, a new sentence in my story. My heart is in Texas, but my soul breathes so freely … More Seattle
Today I was scrolling through Facebook, extraordinarily bored, when I came across a friend who had posted a video of his piano playing and a testimony. He often posts these things and i’m often moved and refreshed by his words and songs. Today however, I was completely shaken to my core. It was a few … More Lately