Write it, my son
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
I know you, or so it feels,The wolf howls, the angel kneels,The wind whispers – I never thought you’d come. Mountains call, the rivers speak,The heart is strong, the knees go weak,The magpies laugh – […]
There is a thing, but it is just a thing. It’s one of many things which are like drops of water that have combined to flow as a river. Still this is a big thing. […]
There she was, my little girl, getting set to leave me. Yeah, I know. As the cliche goes, she wasn’t really leaving me. But she was. It was her time, and she was grasping it. […]
He wasn’t born there, but there he was. He sat anonymously among the trees and plants and people who spoke some other language, wondering what the fuck had happened to bring him to this place. […]
I’ve found you. I’ve found you in the sounds of rushing water returning to the sea. Ages spent playing on her banks, feet frozen in the current, now have me longing to bathe in her […]
Lost in the fray of my own frazzled mind, I bow. I was not good enough, or I was too good. There was no hope in you for me even as you hoped for all […]
Often the hardest part of a story is the beginning. There is an awkwardness in the uncertainty that makes the first words hard to come by. The writer sits and stares at the page, the […]