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My son, who is thirteen, lost a friend last year in a hunting accident…then the 16 year old brother of a close friend night before last. this after losing all of his fathers family between the ages of four and ten…it has made him wise beyond his years, philosophical…and honestly sweet and genuine. I wish he hadn’t been shaped by such pain…but life holds what it holds. We don’t get a choice in some things.

15 years married to a narcissist – one stanza for each year.

We must not be afraid to question beliefs that do not make sense or bring any sense of enlightenment or joy. and faith should not come at the expense of reason.

In times of transition we are sometimes forced to re-evaluate our beliefs and the reasons why we hold them. it can be a very difficult part of our own journey through this life. here is part of mine.

Written for people I love dearly, because I don’t have the guts to say it out loud.

Life.

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"It doesn’t happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand."

THE VELEVETEEN RABBIT

by Marjorie Williams.

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