Your Dead Ends Are Sacred Ground
I want to hear about your dead ends. The forks in your road. The moments where you followed each delightful breadcrumb, looked for signs, pulled
I want to hear about your dead ends. The forks in your road. The moments where you followed each delightful breadcrumb, looked for signs, pulled
Do you ever feel like your arms are being stretched in two directions, caught in a tug of war between worlds? Like you used to
Dear God/Spirit/Universe/Higher Power/Life, I trust this day. I trust this space where I am standing, and I know that I’m exactly where I need to
“What begins as something like a dream will in fact stay a dream forever unless you have the tools and the discipline to bring it
It occurred to me that I haven’t made this life-altering announcement on my blog yet: I published my first book! I planned on promoting Robot
You are not a broken toy. Your arm is not imprinted with the bite marks of a brother or friend or dog or frazzled mother.
“…It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer
“Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” – E. E. Cummings
“I was starting to wonder if I was ready to be a writer, not someone who won prizes, got published and was given the time
“We do not need the sheltering wings when things go smoothly. We are closest to God in the darkness, stumbling along blindly.” — Madeleine L’Engle