Freshie.

  I am fresh off the boat. Off the boat of self doubt and fear. Off the boat that says I am not enough. Fear has a scent. A repulsive one that chases dreams away. It is like a vinyl record, and it spins on procrastination. It thrives on not today, maybe tomorrow, then it’s …

Grace in deed

Period cramps are the worst, and I am generally not my best self the first day or two. In my cramp funk I remembered a conversation that I had with a friend a few days back. In this conversation, my dear sweet darling friend revealed to me that she had no clue what it felt like to …

Rubbles on deck

On my drive home yesterday, I saw a pile of stones and the heap did not suit the perfectly trimmed landscape of the street it was on. Nevertheless, my first thought was not eek what a mess or dang that's an eye sore. Instead I thought hmm I wonder whats cooking, as in what does …

The sum of it all

In my counsellor chair, I hear a lot. They speak and I listen, the strings of my heart twisting in knots that require effort to untie. Sometimes I am together, and other times the tears win. I hear of loss and pain, & struggles and inner turmoils that are difficult to express in words. Sometimes, …

Say what?

God has a flair for doing the unusual. He often does things outside the bolded lines of reasoning; things that reposition the lines and features of our faces to form awed expressions. In amazement our mouths open, belting out inaudible sounds in head-scratching, heart-pounding, eye-popping wonder. Then the dam opens and gives way to the …