There is Enough, Even With My Soul
A moment of Spring morning peace to receive with each inhale, and to release with each exhale. I breathe in stillness, I breathe out frazzled. I breathe in kindness, […]
The Promise of Pressure
Walking into preschool one particularly stressful morning, my daughter said, “You know trees grow their roots underground, just like diamonds grow down deep underground!” The moment I got back in the car I wrote this poem to remember the truth: in the face of strain, stress and the weight of life, we can have hope! For when they press in, something beautiful is being formed.