I read a beautiful book I once named “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron.  She introduced me to the practice of morning pages.  Writing three pages each morning started as just something new to try.  It began so long ago now that I have forgotten my motivation.  It would take me hours, struggling to make…

We have all been here.  Some of us drop in briefly, there are others who linger here like shadows.   We journey here and back throughout our lives.  Ours stays, chaotic in their nature of time and comfort.  The darkness is endlessly terrifying, but there is a safety in the consistency of the solitude.   Pain may…