20 09, 2026

The Girl Left Behind – When Are We Going Home?

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I don’t have many concrete memories from that day. There are no photographs or home movies to fill in the missing pieces. What remains are fragments—voices, expressions, nervous energy, and feelings that are difficult to put into words even now.

Everything felt surreal. I remember being anxious for George and me. I remember knowing that something terrible had happened without understanding what was going to happen to us next. No child should have to experience that kind of uncertainty.

“When are we going home?” I asked in my small voice.

No one answered.

“Would you like to stay here with us?” Aunt Connie asked. “Would you like to go to school here?”

Again, I didn’t answer. My father stood […]

20 09, 2026

Beneath My Silence – Where Wisdom Lives

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Wisdom does not come from knowing everything.

It comes from living, from losing, from loving, from breaking and finding our way back.

It grows in the moments that touch us deeply and change something within us.

Perhaps wisdom was never about knowing more.

Perhaps it is about having the courage to feel it all.

19 09, 2026
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The Girl Left Behind – Before I Knew to Be Afraid

By |2026-09-19T13:23:03-06:00September 19th, 2026|The Girl Left Behind Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

In one of my earliest memories, my mother scoops me into her arms and sets me on the bare back of her favorite horse. I am about three years old, and from up there, it feels as though I am a mile off the ground.

I grab a fistful of the horse’s mane to steady myself.

I love the feeling immediately—the height, the warmth of the animal beneath me, the sense that I am somewhere I belong.

I don’t get to stay there long. My father is worried I’ll fall and scolds my mother for putting me in danger.

My first horseback ride is brief, but something about it stays with me. From then on, I am fascinated by […]

19 09, 2026

Beneath My Silence – True Companionship

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Some companionship needs no words.

It is simply there ~
walking beside you, resting near you, sharing the quiet moments that might otherwise feel empty.

Aspen will never know all the ways her presence has changed my life. She knows when I have had a difficult day and when my heart is carrying something I haven’t spoken aloud.

She knows to stay close. There is something extraordinary about being loved without explanation, without expectation, without needing to be anything other than who you are.

With Aspen, there is no pretending. No need to fill the silence. No fear of saying the wrong thing. There is simply the […]

10 09, 2026

The Freedom of Not Filling the Silence

By |2026-09-10T12:49:57-06:00September 10th, 2026|Spirituality, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

I do not enjoy small talk. As an introverted empath, I have never been particularly good at it, and more often than not, it leaves me feeling drained.

Small talk has always felt somewhat forced to me ~

as though words are being used simply to fill the space, avoid an uncomfortable silence, or keep us safely away from anything deeper.

I would much rather have a meaningful conversation or simply share a comfortable silence than talk for the sake of talking. Over time, I have learned to give myself permission not to participate. I know some people may interpret my quietness as aloofness or even rudeness. I no longer feel ashamed of it, although I admit that I […]

10 09, 2026

Whispers To The Soul – At the Pace of What Is Real

By |2026-09-10T11:53:22-06:00September 10th, 2026|Spirituality, Whispers To The Soul Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Like so many people, I spent years trying to fit too much life into too little time.

I took on too much. I moved too quickly. I overcommitted, overplanned, and filled my days with things that somehow always seemed important at the time. There was always something else to accomplish, somewhere else to be, another responsibility waiting for me.

Since retiring, I have begun to understand something I couldn’t fully appreciate when I was constantly moving:

Life has its own pace. And I don’t have to outrun it.

I am learning to move at the pace of what is real ~

the conversation happening in front of me, the person […]

10 09, 2026

Beneath My Silence – Never Stop Reaching

By |2026-09-10T11:13:55-06:00September 10th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Innocence knows something we often forget as we grow ~

that losing a dream doesn’t mean we stop dreaming.

We may stumble. We may watch something we hoped for slip beyond our grasp. But there is always another moment, another possibility, another reason to move forward.

Sometimes courage isn’t standing tall. Sometimes it’s simply lifting our head, reaching out once more, and believing there may still be something beautiful ahead. No matter how many times life disappoints us, we can begin again. We can hope again. We can reach again.

Never stop reaching.

27 08, 2026

Beneath My Silence – What Remains Within

By |2026-08-27T14:44:13-06:00August 27th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

In the midst of darkness, I discovered a light within me that refused to disappear.

Through seasons of sorrow, I found that joy had not abandoned me. It had simply grown quiet, waiting patiently beneath the pain.

When life became chaotic, I discovered a still place within myself ~
somewhere the noise could not reach, somewhere my soul could rest.

And when the coldest seasons came, when everything around me felt barren, I learned that warmth still lived within me.

That is what life has taught me.

The world can challenge me, disappoint me, hurt me, and sometimes bring me to my knees.

But it cannot take everything.

There is something within me that hardship has never been able to reach ~
a light that survives the darkness, a […]

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