Stories lighten the journey. We must tell, and retell them to honour ourselves, each other, and our God.
Along the way, there are ideas to wrestle with, beliefs to form, and what we decide directs our daily steps.
Our journey is beautiful. Emotions colour our days, and dark nights contrast with sun-spangled mornings.
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Days away from moving into a new space, another chapter in this transient singlehood story of mine, I connect with a dear childhood friend Melissa over Zoom. She knows what it’s like to be a transient homemaker.
From my car mirror hangs a rainbow string of plastic beads, A rosary that I take in hand and say the words, “For all the children I have ever loved.” Sometimes, there are more words. Other times, there are not. For I have loved…
I wouldn’t actually be completely horrified if you read my journals. I might reserve the ones that cover the last five years or so, simply to respect the other characters that feature inside their covers. And, well, because they might be a bit embarrassing…