Spending time
Being grateful
For the past
Thankful
For the present
AND
Hopeful
For the future
For all of
The goodness
Grief and strife
Have forced me
To confront
The demons
The skeletons
That are no
Longer hidden
But fully
Open
To scab
Heal
And set
The soul
Free
That is me
Dreaming
Of Caribbean blue
Italian frescos
And French baguettes
While firmly rooted
In red clay
Until God
Says it’s
Time to move
And chase
The dreams
Making them
Memories instead
It’s a good day
To have
A good day
Cheerios
Coffee
And a story
Percolating
Waiting for
Me to write
Have a beautiful day. Love you all
This Sunday I’m realizing that as I’m regaining strength, my stamina has not yet caught up. It is absolutely frustrating. I’m having to take a nap every day like clockwork like a baby. It is embarrassing. I’m having to put my pride to the side. I’m having to give my body what it needs. I’m having to readjust goals and plans already this year. I’m having to understand that dreams may be delayed once again, but I know God knows the desires of my heart. My dreams aren’t dashed. I guess I need more preparation in the process. Trying to not follow my timeline is the biggest the biggest reminder.
I’m proud of my progress in the process. I’m having to count the wins. I didn’t think I would see them again. Or if I knew it internally, my brain couldn’t conceive it externally. So God, I’m here. As I am.
The fire
And a good book
Are my companions
This morning
As I enjoy
A wet, dreary
And damp day
That is oddly peaceful
2026.
We are here
May you be
Kind and gentle
Exude a peace
That surrounds
This body
In the
Best hug
Ever received
2025
Taught me
That we
Make plans
And God
Says look here
Listen
And trust
What I’m
About to
Do
New Year
Same God
Different me
Same God
Trust and obey
New year
Same story
It all starts
And ends
With the
Father
