I Ask for Courage

I hate to say this, because I know it won't be easy and that I'll consistently return to where I was. But I am so tired of fitting in. I am tired of going with the flow of getting caught up in the ebbing tides I want to be free I want to swim out … Continue reading I Ask for Courage



The winds are beckoning; they call me forward into their arms. The whispers of the future sweep softly across my ears as the waves of the past nudge my feet. The time has come; the wind has made it known.