All In

Learning my family’s needs and tending to their hearts, being all in, is everything to me.

A Lovely Exchange

I can try. I can find a way. I can ask for help. I can pray. Do you feel the difference? Isn’t it lovely?

There is no longer space for rushing, powering through, chin up, or other dishonest ways—pretense and pretend, concave heart.

Her pink crown of flowers slips over skull, cascade of beauty and bone. Santísima Muerte Rosa. Her watchful gaze—You asked to love yourself.

You fill me to overflowing with love and grounded inspirations of the heart.

To Him my love is as beautiful an offering as my grief. Gold knows no mold. It flows, fluid and alive.

I give it all to You. All that I cannot control, all that I cannot make turn out for good, I give it up to You.