Honesty, honestly

 I’m staring at a screen waiting to be filled with something masterful. As I hit each key, I realize this. Writing is about the absence of perfection. It’s the raw and unfiltered. The one without polish. It’s about returning to roots. The deep ones that hold pain and promise. It’s letting you see a soul as calloused as my toes. It’s about learning from anything or anyone that crosses the path. It’s about showing weakness so that strength may become a necessary antidote. I have become stubborn, and not in a good way. It’s about learning from a six year old, not arguing about nonsense. I’ve loved Philippians 4:13, but I haven’t let it make roots. I can recite it, but do I believe it. Honesty, the policy, I haven’t honored in a long time. 

Hailey

 Yesterday my niece was over, and it never ceases to amazes me the wisdom of children. Playing tic tac toe, she says “you can’t keep doing the same thing if you want to win”. I didn’t even realize it. Her words stuck with me. How often in life do I do the same things just to not lose. At six and a half, my niece gave me advice I will keep forever. I want to remember that you can be taught by anyone at anytime. Who knew a rainy summer Sunday is when I would receive such gifts. Thank you Lord for the children who remind me of life lessons we adults seem to forget. 

What have children taught you?

Soul

 Peace

Make your presence 

Known

In my soul

Get to know me

 I love collecting seashells

I have a sweet tooth

I love to shop

Buying books is my weakness

Traveling soothes my soul

Tell me something about you

Wins

 Wins for today

A new day

A juicy peach

A word search

My soul is breathing easier today. I am grateful. 

Share yours?

Happy

 Rain

Where

I learn to retain

The heart

Soul and mind

To align 

To where harmony sings

And the world

Utters its pure delight 

North Carolina

 The window of the soul

Is the mountain peaks 

The ocean waves

The skunks

The birds

Babies

And every joy

That comes

My way

Like an aperol spritz