I take the journey to where I knew you best, The best you. Sweet memories flicker in between fractures of brokenness. Johannesburg Sterlizia’. Gorgeous, orange diving bird of paradise. Red sand and rocks. Familiar yet foreign.
Fighting the cravings, braving the turkey, Escaping memories, the past is murky. Friends hold hands, pray through fear, Remind in the pain, that God’s still here. Shivering, sleeping, waking, choking, Covered in sweat the bed is soaking.
if the world were a plateau how boring that would be, no mountains, no oceans, no natural majesty.
Grief and Loss - Part 2 Practical Grieving I would like to share with you some practical ways that enabled me to process loss, grief and my own physiological dysfunction caused by traumatic stress. For the full context of this…
Grief and Loss – Part 1 2020: Some things I’ve learned about processing loss As the death toll rises globally due to COVID and those left behind begin to walk through the journey of grief, I wanted to share some…
10 years without her As we move toward Christmas and New Year, like others I find myself reflecting. It’s been a brutal two years in so many ways for the world, and for me personally. Yet this year also brought…