Grief doesn’t end when the world expects it to. It lingers — heavy, quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes numbing. And somehow, in the midst of that
Grief doesn’t end when the world expects it to. It lingers — heavy, quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes numbing. And somehow, in the midst of that
*The title is from Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1899 poem included in The Book of Hours. It is still the Easter season, so I chose something
Having a natural talent can be a huge head start, but here’s the thing: talent alone is not enough to build a meaningful, sustainable purpose
Lesson #1 for this blog entry: don’t jump to conclusions, especially if you are already judging the content just by the title and not even
There was a time in my life when fasting was my go-to Lenten journey, but it never really brought me the peace that I sought,
As you can expect, the next chapter in the Decluttering Series I embarked on is an examination of conscience, the deep exploration of obligations and