Personal Musings

Believing is a Choice

If my mind is quiet enough I can hear the birds chirping from my apartment balcony. Even with the buzzing traffic of a nearby street and the chaotic construction work a floor beneath me, I can hear the sparrows’ singing and the cardinals’ calling. The quieter I get, the louder they get.  Being quiet is…

The Sun Has Risen

The newly inked sunrise on my arm stings a bit. I got it on a whim a couple of days ago as a tribute to my mom not fully knowing all that it would come to mean. She always said “the sun will come out tomorrow.” She must have told me that at least once…

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