“Some days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?”

Forgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.

The hollow space, it can be a blessing too.

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

There are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.

Even in the rain, I am learning how to find miracles.

And grace is still opening doors.

I will not operate in fear.

Honesty, love never stopped looking for you.

Are we or are we not meant to crave possibilities?

Nothing permanent grows from comfort.

Choose to make every pulse worth it.

The wound is real but so is the healing.

Would it be safe to say that I find you in every heartbeat?

In a way, hope is a type of courage too.

Love resides within each breath.

Speak good things into existence.

How we start our day is often how we live our lives

Tomorrow is the devil’s day, but today is God’s. Satan does not care how spiritual your intentions are, or how holy your resolutions, if only they are determined to be done tomorrow.

My day begins with gratitude and joy. I look forward with enthusiasm to the adventures of the day, knowing that in my life, All is good.

Be willing to redefine yourself every day.

Put on a sweater and really great sneakers with a big scarf, and you’ll look so stylish. For me, they are an everyday essential.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

These are beautiful days. Folks ask what I’m doing. I tell them I’m doing family.

I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.