I thought I knew what we were. And….weren’t. That was all separate in my head. But I guess it’s not true anymore. Is it? Does the bleeding together and weaving together make it necessarily more or less ‘true’? Or is it just …. what it is?? Am I deceiving myself? God, I miss you (I think.)…

thank you. For simple commitments. Goals.

Thought.isYou stumble into your apartment at 2 a.m. on January 1st, still slightly drunk from the celebration that night. You slump onto the couch, dismayed to realize that nothing’s changed. You feel the same as you always have, even though you promised yourself that in 2018, everything would change for you. No more failed relationships….

Sometimes… — Blue Skies & Lollipops

Sometimes we sorrow, Other time embrace, sometimes we question everything everything we face; yet in our yearning is deeper learning; we belong to God, we belong to God. (John Bell 1949) I’m at an ordination, a day of celebration, and we’re all standing in song, singing a hymn. And for me, this verse stands out…

Reminder: Today Is New — Thought Catalog

Louis AmalHow many times have you woken up and immediately allowed yesterday’s pain to filter into your mind? How many mornings have you rolled over, groaned, and hit snooze for the fifth time in an attempt to stop the day from beginning? How many nights have you fallen asleep wishing for something to change, for… via…

Speak up.

Allan Filipe Santos DiasYou have a right. To this life. To your skin. To your body, your hopes, your dreams. You have right. To believe. To stand. To sit. To chase. To embody the very values you believe in. You have a right. To tell your story. To be heard. To be bold and fearless… via…

Cuffing: the process of finding someone to cuddle up with in the winter months when it’s cold outside and everyone’s lonely and skin hungry and all the Christmas commercials on TV only further use the warmth and fuzzy feeling to highlight the cold solitude you feel in the aloneness of your own heart and soul….

I don’t trust myself. especially in the arms of another. though I look for validation in them. thats the beginning and end of everything. and I am scared. and don’t know how (or want) to do this. (Homework.) I think something is wrong with me (that I can’t just accept and fully give love w/o…