Tales from the Van

“”Respect the van”….. I would kiddingly often tell my sons.  They would roll their eyes, and say, “yes Mom..we know.”  It always made me smile to think of the van, and how we all seemed to have a love/hate relationship with it.  It was after all a mini van, and not to dis minivans..but generally … More Tales from the Van

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My heart is weighed down this morning as I feel the anchor drawing me  towards the bottom of my tears…to the depths of the sea.  I’m about to feel the sand on my limbs, and the salt stinging my eyes, as I try in vain to peer through the murky, and cloudy water that surrounds … More Will your anchor hold?⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️⚓️

The Rain in my heart

As we released these balloons into the atmosphere and watched them float up..up..up..there was a strange sense of triumph and awe for me in that moment.  Not quite what I was expecting, but non the less it was there.  It was a rather dismal grey sky, with the promise of blue hiding behind the cloud … More The Rain in my heart