I don't have much to say these days. Everywhere I look there seems to be a voice offering some kind of advice, or encouragement, or statistic, or distraction. I honestly feel assaulted with help. Yet, I also feel so much pressure to add to that sound, to speak up and have something poignant to say … Continue reading Hiding
I want to be a part of the restoration. To lose myself in endless projects, restoring what was broken and run down into something beautiful and useful once again. This is a dream that I've had for a long time, if I think about it. When I was young I thought that buying a big … Continue reading Restoration
An empty page, and an almost empty heart. I've grown tired of trying to listen, trying to write, trying to be. Instead I'll just put my head down, push through the madness, embrace the wind, and just get through. We're all just getting through, aren't we? I read through old journals with scribbled pages, and old blog … Continue reading Who Am I?