Category Archives: Day Journal The room is bare. A lone window. A chair. A small desk. No lamp. No computer. And I remember how the light switch, firm between my fingers, seemed to be the only thing in the room. Except a girl, face filled with freckles, squinting at me and the light I had turned on, sitting there…  A concrete wall, crumbled. a mother, blood pouring. And after, a heart, believing. The story I’m about to tell you cannot be told without the tears dripping for we are all, truly, orphans. Today, please join me at Prodigal Magazine as we wrap arms around each other and wrap love around the world. Photo Courtesy…  It’s rather simple, I must say. Somewhat embarrassing, even, this word I’ve chosen. But slowly, I’m learning the beauty of 2013 rests in the letting go, in the leaving of old paths and finding new, in the simple act of bending and whispering… A few of us have been asked by Prodigal Magazine to sum up what…  It’s been a long time, my friends, since I’ve shared a few words with you. And it’s not that the desire to write hasn’t been there; it’s just… the ink ran out of my pen. It was sudden. Surprising, even, when it ran out and I remember that day like it was yesterday, how the sun was blinding my… |
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