Don’t Fence Me In…..
Today I am thankful for all of the wild things that refuse to be caged or hidden away. Continue reading Don’t Fence Me In…..
Author: Karie
Sunrise Service
Today I am thankful that when I open the bedroom curtains I am greeted with this view. Continue reading Sunrise Service
Wordless Wednesday
Where There Is A Wave And A Will….There Is A Way….
Today I am thankful for those much braver than myself. Those who dare to test the depths, trust that solid ground exists even when it is unseen and blaze a trail for the rest of us to follow…… Continue reading Where There Is A Wave And A Will….There Is A Way….
Counting Sheep
The reason I failed to write last night, is what I am thankful for today. Sleep. Sleep; that elusive, evasive, enraging element that when lacking erodes sanity and leaves us on the cusp of a dangerous precipice; torn between keeping our balance and shepherding sheep which have wandered too close to the edge back to solid ground. It is the moment between falling asleep and startling awake where I spend most of my nights As someone with anxiety, my mind is always racing. Always running from subject to subject, thought to thought, worst case scenario to catastrophe. I lay awake … Continue reading Counting Sheep
Catch My Fall
Today I am thankful for bridges in the rain that disappear into the fog but exist unseen on the other side to catch my fall…. Continue reading Catch My Fall
The Big and the Small of it All
Today I am thankful for small bodies that surrender and trust despite the inner conflict they battle. Today I am thankful for small souls and big hearts….. Continue reading The Big and the Small of it All
Wordless Wednesday
End of Day
I am thankful today for the beauty in the moment when Day abdicates her reign and surrenders her throne to Night. Continue reading End of Day
Bitter Sweet November
November is a hard month. It is the month in which most people perk up and pay attention. It is the month where being grateful and thankful are suddenly in vogue. It is the month where even the mundane becomes magical. It is the month I stubbornly avoid. It is the month I refuse to acknowledge; my calendar jumping from October to December. It is the month I wish and will away. It is the month in which my mother died. In the years following her death I found very little to celebrate; very little to be thankful for. This … Continue reading Bitter Sweet November
Sweet Tea The Narwhal And Me 