A TRP sister shares her interview.
My sister introduced me to this blogger and I am feeling a sister connection to her through her writing… check her out.
She reveals herself and relationship with God with such honesty and authenticity, allowing for our human-mess, without judgement but with great mindfulness and heart.
Her limbs are burdened with winters white bounty.
It seems it happened overnight.
Her feather weight friends still eating the food she once held out for them proudly.
Her toes gripping the frozen earth,
Fear of toppling over…
Crashing into her daughter’s life,
A sharp snapping sound,
A jagged tearing of chilling reality,
A broken heart.
What is left?
A wide open gash of sky.
It should be blue but is grey.
White bones blowing broken,
By a lifetime of sun, rain and ice.
Wind rattles her soul free…
She is a gust of Winter’s storm.
She is a wisp of light in the dark corner of
Her daughter’s life.
She is gone.
I had a conversation with a dear friend yesterday and we got to that raw place of knowing that in our most vulnerable human condition we simply want to belong…to someone, to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. … Continue reading