As I sit outside, the birds tweeting their last tweets, and the sunset filling the sky with a pink hue, I can't help but worry. It is the last thing that I should be doing, yet the only thing I seem to be doing. And I'm no longer quite sure why that is. The dwindling…
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The best use of our energy is always in the direction of love for ourselves. From that love flows the grace to open our arms to the world. -TheGoodTrade Good morning world. Wishing you a very bright and happy Monday morning. World seemed like the best way to address the readers of this post, and…
While holed up in Lancaster's public library, for the first time in fact, I watched a video of Steven Furtick preaching on worry. This guy, I mean, he's just the one you need to get you through a bad day. Sometimes it's as if God speaks right to me through his words, in a deep…
Vagabond - a person who wanders from place to place […] The unexpected things are the best right? That surprise holiday, that surprise family visit, that surprise best-friend-on-the-doorstep, even that "shall we go to the pub?" question. We waste so much energy on planning. You get yourself all busy up in your diary, jotting down…
While I'm holed up in bed with a migraine that's making me nauseous (sorry for the image of me vomiting), I thought why not put some words into a post. I'm finding a lot of courage of late. It took a lot for me to deal with something that could have easily broken me just…
Better sorry than safe. How true is that? I'm really not one to play it safe, and I'm a little more than reckless from time to time. But I'm never scared, I trust in my path, in the Lord, in my future. I am anchored but free to wander. C'est ça que j'aime. Being reckless…
The essence of letting go is faith. It was easier than I thought to find my supposed 'other half' - though who really knows? Considering we are whole already in terms of body, perhaps we should stop describing our life companions as our 'other halves'. I do believe that it's necessary for people to come and…
This topic has been popping up around me a lot lately so I feel pressed to address it, speak and mediate (or type, duh) on it. Our lives are abundant, yet we never quite seem to reach satisfactory satisfaction. As the Arctic Monkeys say “Satisfaction is a distant memory” (Ru Mine). It’s so distant, it…
Now this isn't something I would usually write about, nor am I one hundred percent confident writing about it. However, I woke up this morning, feeling pretty good after what turned out to be a ten hour sleep with a few disturbances in between. I did the usual social media scroll (a habit we all…
A month in now. More than a month. And that just seems crazy. Raging hormones, slight homesickness and just general frustration at life have led me for the second time this week to sitting on a park bench crying. But, I have the best view. The bench overlooks a gorgeous old tree whose trunk is…
