Emotional pain is not all the same. Not measured in a simple scale of easy, hard, very hard. It has many directions. It moves across

Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even

Oh life, you are so complex. You give, you take. We ask. You respond. We live. We die. We lose. We cry. We mourn. We re

My heart was beating almost as if it was everywhere. Not just inside my chest. But inside the two hundred and fifty humans that were

I stopped it. It was only for a few seconds. A few seconds not being who I had been. The stop, crushed me. The interruption

It was not like any other day. Something was in the air. A heaviness, with no name. A knowing. A goodbye. An Ending. A full stop. And

I search and search and search. Behind every word I say. After every new decision. I seek to find myself, the self that lives underneath

Whenever I want to give up, I think of the bold words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “God will not have his work made manifest by cowards”