My first crush, the one with butterflies and innocent fantasies, was for my science and math teacher. His kindness and patience made me feel safe and warm.
Tag: healing journey
Descent into October
October begins my descent into darkness, internal and eternal.
Bonfire of Hope
A bonfire of hope and love, the heart knew the way— she be wild, she be free.
Grudges and Keys
Grudges are a cage, while remembering is a key.
Liminal Honesty
There is no longer space for rushing, powering through, chin up, or other dishonest ways—pretense and pretend, concave heart.
A Small Joy in Grief
I searched for an image and didn’t use it, yet it reminded me I was in a creative space. Even in grief, that small joy mattered.
The Gift in the Exodus
The gift is hidden in the exodus—freedom, spacious wandering, dreaming past all I’ve known. Bigger plans, endless creativity, closer to Him, blockages dissolving. I run to meet You. I am ready.
Jasmine on the Grave 