When silence boils over and tears catch fire…..

  Sometimes the grief sits so low in my voice that I can only lift one finger slow to say thanks and I must, must let it twitch breath enough into the heavy until my heart starts to rise to meet the moment so that my life, doesn’t close down in a silence that can…

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Healing the wounds of the unseen…..

I feel so full for my city, even as a massive wound has been lanced and pain spills into the streets. Charlotte is bleeding sorrow and anger and frustration and confusion. over the disease of unseeing. I grieve for the lives lost and silenced because of a systemic blindness that builds fearful walls instead of…

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