Trampled Fruit, though sweet must be bruised and trampled aged and fermented before it becomes wine and so too must we make our way through struggles to become a richer version of ourselves shaped and set free by what we once were. - Caroline A. Slee
New Normal
Every Wound
To be a fighter
Rapids
Adrenaline and anxiety
The Pit
The strange fall of nighttime hours
Of Swift Lives #MondayBlogs
A reflection for #MondayBlogs
The Dance
Finding balance
A Sense of Direction #MondayBlogs
A Sense of Direction #MondayBlogs The North calls us to the cold a divine hand, pointing upward - while Eastward the sunrise puddles us with her heat and fire - we dive deep for a Southern call not a drowned world, but a peaceful one - while the West grants us rest to tuck ourselves … Continue reading A Sense of Direction #MondayBlogs
In One Place
Keep going
Respite #MondayBlogs
Taking a break
The Invitation #MondayBlogs
Back to the water