Grieving

Before you start reading, I want to let you know: this will be a sad one because, today, I’m writing for my personal healing and have already been crying, so you know…

The other night, I got to go to The Prelude again. It’d been a while, and I thought I hadn’t gone because my life had changed, and I’d been pretty busy working, leaving my husband, and starting a new life with my daughter, but as it turns out, something more had been keeping me from there, or should I say, some”one”… Continue reading

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“A Song” or the beginning of one

through it all
You never lost my vision
through it all
You never left my side
through it all
You welcomed each beginning
through it all
You held my hand inside

how close is Your love
how strong is Your friendship
how bold is Your faith
to believe in me

how weak are my endings
how fragile is each beginning
but every step
You’re here with me

holding on
to everything You’ve done
holding on
to everything You’ve said
holding on
to truths I cannot see
holding on
to You who’s holding me

Drum-roll, Please!!

It figures: I finally want to write, and it’s about something that requires anonymity, so I’ll be vague with as much detail as I can.

Last fall (sometime), there was a planning meeting for a big event that’d be going on on South Padre Island. Well, during that meeting, I committed to being the Entertainment Chair for the event. At that moment, I had all hope, but a couple months later, that hope dwindled. Continue reading

“Wholly”

songs that never have music
words that never have ears
hearts that never have connections
rain that never has fall

when things are missing
halves are broken
and sometimes things
remain the same

how do you break down walls
that are set in stone?

how do you see the heart
through wounded eyes?

how do you feel the warmth
from an icy bed?

there’s definitely
something missing
but when I look past my soul
everything’s found

a new hope of singing each song
a new vision of hearing words spoken
a new love of connecting the dots
and a new mouth
to catch all the rain

while darkness remains without hope
light lives on through love

Sticking Together

In life, there’re many types of glue: people; laughter; friends…and over the past month, Katie and I’ve learned a lot about the friendship one.

Since we’ve been in Texas, it’s been rough for a few reasons, but none of them are as important as what we’ve discovered along the way. Continue reading

“Lead and Follow”

[written 10/14/16]

sometimes
there’s music in my head
I sing with
sometimes
there’s music in my heart
I dance with
sometimes
there’s music in my soul
I sleep with

there’re no limits to what you can do
only limits to what you “think” you can do