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. Every day. I began this blog after finding myself copying lengthy portions from my journals to share with fellow strugglers. Now many of those words are a click away.
You are in good company.
I am a seeker of stories, my own and other people’s. I am a meaning-maker who sometimes just cannot make meaning and has to wrestle and rest in the unknown. I do not have all of the answers and 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, anyway.
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.