“Your heart is a Dixie cup, and his grace is the Mediterranean Sea.” – Max Lucado Lately I have been feeling the full weight of the all the world’s beauty and cruelty, destruction and rebirth, joy and agony and I think my might heart might burst from the weight of…
That first glimpse of Chicago’s skyline never seems to get old for me. Even after living in the area for more than ten years now, the sight of those towering buildings casting a dark silhouette against a backdrop of vast blue ombré still has the power to take my breath…
One of the only two plants that are still alive in our house is a tiny little cactus. At first glance, it seems like any ordinary cactus – spindly, thorny, and hazardous, albeit small. But on closer inspection, you would see that its barbs are more like bristly hairs, and…
We’re all just walking each other home. – Ram Das Watching…waiting…wondering… with when’s and why’s and how’s that are met with heart-breaking silence or intolerable and offense retorts. Expectations lie shattered, a million sharp shards from a sparkly glass ornament that slipped from the bough. Anticipations run amok as wild…