finding flow

Surrender. I always hated that word. It grated in my ears and reverberated in my bones as hopelessness. It sounded like giving-up, giving-in, and giving-over my power; both hands in the air waving...

It’s easy to get caught in the hamster wheel of life; running faster and faster just to stay standing.

Everyone falls prey at some point. Here’s a poem about my experience:

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My daughter, Skye, stuck out her foot and plopped it on my lap. She was laying on her white daybed, covered by a pink fleece blanket with only her watermelon colored hair poking out of the top and...

I cracked my eyes open, just a bit. My bedroom was still dark with all the curtains closed, but I could see a pencil thin line of bright white light above me, peeking from under the skylight's...