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  • GOD Loves a Tryer…

    I gave all that I could give. Everything I had, inside and out. Though I have nothing left, I have no regrets, and nothing to be sorry about.

  • 14 Days…

    14 Days until I get liquored up and pop a Benadryl to make the flight across the Atlantic again. 
    Funny that an aspiring pilot can’t break free from the nervousness of flying over the ocean.

    14 Days until I run away from everyday routines, and see things that amaze my eyes.

    14 Days until I slip out of my work shoes and into the shoes I save for special occasions 
    (read: a night out).

  • Beautiful Goodbye…

    Today I want to share this song from Amanda Marshall – Beautiful Goodbye…

  • The Chant…

    True forgiveness is not easy to give. 
    She explained this over and over and over again.
    The words flowed from her mouth as though it was a chant, a prayer. 
    It was her song, and she had sung it for years.

    She had for so long embraced the shallowness of her reasoning.
    Hardly ever questioning the correctness of her actions.
    It gave her bearing, and a sense of moving forward.
    Though she never did get far, bruising others along the way.

    Alone with her reflection she saw in her own eyes that the forgiveness she had to give was not intended for anyone else, it was for herself.
    She had lost faith in her own promise and purpose.
    When she turned to the window, there was no angel looking back at her.
    She was alone with her weakness.

    The moment was a revelation.
    The feeling that pressed into her was the beginning of her penance.
    The reluctant understanding of what it meant felt like the first step forward she had taken in years. 

    Forgiveness is the first step in building up faith in her own promise. 

  • A Mother’s Confession…

    Yesterday I took my daughter and her friends to the Air and Space Museum. As I was driving the girls, I was listening to her sing and chat with her friends. At one point I caught a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror. I saw my daughter’s beautiful little face look up at me. Surrounded by her friends, I was taken by how much younger she looks compared to them. But, as she sat among her peers, I could also see her no longer my little baby girl. She is on the cusp of morphing into a young girl, one that will eventually be less interested in hanging with dear old mom. No more small clothes. No more small shoes. No more letting mom brush her hair, or spontaneous “I love you mommy” moments with hugs around my waist.

    I’m kind of a wreck thinking about it. I’m feeling more than a little sad about losing that precious little girl to time. I’m sure every mom has moments like this. I’m sure I’m just being silly. It’s just that the glance in the mirror was almost a snapshot into the future, and I was surprised how it snuck up on me.

  • My Prayer, My Story…

    Faith led me across the ocean last year
    In hindsight, I was not wrong to believe
    My excitement to return is uncontained
    I am ready to be rejuvenated by the pulse of Ireland
     Please GOD, Lead me to happiness and new strength
    Take my worries, wash them away with smiles
     Let music fill my ears, and let me dance all night
    Let me find peace and kindness, restore energy to my tired bones
    I love not knowing what is next
    I am filled with joy for the unknown
    Dublin, Belfast, maybe Donegal Bay
    I’m ready to add pages to my story

  • ME

    I’m complicated, and full of spice. I am who I was meant to be, and if I can live with it, then so be it…

  • The Thought Process of a Shameless Travel Addict…

    F* it. Time for a break (again). 
    So I asked myself, where should I go. Rome? Mmmmmm…. yes, that would be fantastic – a dream I hope to make come true – but the vibe just seems all wrong right now. Not sure Rome is really ready for me.
    Paris? As I always say – Paris is ALWAYS a good idea – but I was just there 2 months ago. Nah, too expensive for 10 days, but maybe a connection for a day or two. 
    Hmmmm. I have not visited family in Germany in some time. But my cousin is not speaking to me right now. I should wait until he gets over it.
    London – Nope.
    So I closed my eyes, and thought where can I go to truly relax and enjoy myself…
    IRELAND! That’s it. Ireland. No brainer. I know a bar stool that has my name on it at a pub that has live music. Squeeze boxes and violins play all night. 
    2 minutes later, tickets are purchased. No need to think twice. Not an ounce of buyers remorse. 
    Perhaps this time I will head north and west.
    This time I’m packing lighter, hiking more, I’ll visit Sligo, and Donegal Bay, and I WILL SEE BELFAST, Northern Ireland. Now there is a city with a story. Even better, its the 100th anniversary of Titanic. Rolling fields of green, and endless breathless coastal views.
    Look out Ireland, prepare yourself. Just a few weeks until its time to dance with me… and I don’t tire easily! Ah, Ireland. Ya’ make me smile, you know tha’

  • Liars and Thieves…

    I lie to myself. I steal my own chance to be happy. Why do I base my own happiness on the actions, or words, or intentions of someone else? When will I learn that my happiness starts with me, and ends with me? All the rest, is icing. I know this. I can even write it. Yet, I can’t seem to fully commit to the notion.

  • Today, it’s about this song…

    I went up to the mountain
    Because you asked me to
    Up over the clouds
    To where the sky was blue
    I could see all around me
    Everywhere
    I could see all around me
    Everywhere

    Sometimes I feel like
    I’ve never been nothing but tired
    And I’ll be working
    Till the day I expire
    See sometimes I lay down
    But no more can I do
    But then I go on again
    Because you asked me to

    Some days I look down
    Afraid, afraid I will fall
    And though the sun shines
    I see nothing at all
    But I hear your sweet voice
    Come and then go
    Come and then go
    Your telling me softly
    You love me so