The Moment the Chain Breaks

Raised inside rooms of too-bright light and strict rules,I learned that obedience was the language of divine love—knees bent, eyes down, a hymn to belonging. In Sunday School, we sang of angels while clippingour own wings, polishing the gleaming floor with our...

Journey

In self-created confinement I dwell,waves of consciousness crashingonto undisclosed shorelines,thundering hooves of phantom horsesapproaching through the sands of time. Some might shudder at these contemplativespaces — interstices of timebefore necessary activities...

Peace

“Peace does not mean to be in a placewhere there is no noise, trouble, or hard work.It means to be in the midst of those thingsand still be calm in your heart.”— Anonymous Wisdom, it turns out,can live on a refrigerator magnet.I needed these words —after a month...