The moments that change us have a way of dividing our lives into a before and an after.

I think that happens multiple times in a life. As sad as that is to think about, knowing that we have experiences that we go through, that as monumental as they seem at the time, that there is no guarantee that something even more altering won’t come somewhere else down the line. That’s the side effect of living – leaving ourselves open to knowing that one day it may take every effort we have, just to breathe in and out.

With Newborn Eyes

There’s a whisper to morning.                    A bade of hither, still, rest. A serenade assuring things do not have to focus just yet.     Awake slowly.     Savor the process of rouse. Allow every sense to be sight.      In this you may better …