i’m always sad every month when the new moon rolls around. i look up into the night sky, only to find that there is no moon there to comfort me. to inspire me. to be that constant thing that brings light and magic to the darkness. instead, whenever our beautiful planet and her moon do..
whoa. september was a doozy. now that we are on our second day in october, i feel that i have the tiniest of perspectives of what really went down during the transitional month that just ended. as a collective community, we all experienced the changing of the season with the equinoxes. we also all experienced that..
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ― Mark Twain 41 septembers ago i was born. 8 septembers ago i felt as if i was reborn. and this september? well, i feel as if i am being reborn once again. is it possible..
about a week ago, i had a request from a fellow blogger, the mezz, to begin a series on my journey to peace. as i said before, i was humbled & overwhelmed. and somehow i knew it was a sign… a sign that the time had come to finally tell the story i had been..