I am glad you are here.
Here is where I write and process thoughts on past harm, present hope, future dreams. I am honored you chose to visit.
You are not alone.
I struggle, too. Words are how I sort things out.
I began this blog after finding myself copying lengthy portions from my journals to share with friends. Now many of those paragraphs are a click away.
You are in good company.
I am a seeker of stories, my own and those of others. I am a meaning-maker who often cannot make meaning and just has to wrestle and rest in the unknown. I do not have all of the answers. I often end up with more questions.
Proceed with caution.
Things have a tendency to get disrupted in these parts. You have been warned. Life is messy.
Let’s be kind.
Here I share more of what I am learning.
The following sums it up best:
It can be painful to face the past honestly while living in the moment and looking towards the future.
It can be healing to process the past honestly while living in the moment with the hope of a brighter future.
I’ve been there.
I’m still there.
Come bring your story and join me in Composting the Heart.