Blogmemoir

This morning, I discovered a Robin’s nest tucked on top of a drain pipe under an eave of the front of my home. The tangle of twigs and...

Learning that someone who betrayed and deeply hurt me in the past is gravely ill arrived on the wings of sorrow, filling me with compassion, and reminding me of the liberating power of forgiveness.

Retreating into silence during noisy times is not quitting. It's a power act of resistance and restoration.