Waking up this morning, I rolled over to my side and admired how mysteriously and delicate the sun come through my blinds. I don’t think I ever noticed how gently the light touches on the sheets of my bed waiting for me to decide what is happening for the day.

It’s been a few weeks the last time I wrote.

I go quiet in hopes that the silence may heal the pain.

As the snow flakes fall from the sky, the ground beneath become blanketed. It’s always amazing how mother nature calms the chaos in such a way that even the most crazed stops for just a moment to admire the beauty.

When I look at my life I realize that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not error of judgement but failures of feeling — Jeanette Winterson

This week was somewhat of a failure. A failure of acceptance that I can no longer bear the onslaught of…

Sitting in the parked car, I looked out the window as the driver light her pipe. She inhaled and held it for a few…