Cloudy Mind Faint Heart Palms That Wont Hold

The wisdom we hold sits in a jar by the door. For what we know doesn't seem to keep us from spouting thoughts in directions that invite more harm than good. Why have we become such a vocal generation? Especially since most of the time we aren't even face to face.

Breaking Family Reasons

There are things we want to say but hold off from sharing. There are more moments where setting things free gets us in a little bit more trouble than expected. There are also moments we look back on and say, "I wish I would have said."

We Can All Relate

Too often our bright beautiful days turn into nightmares thanks in part of the words of someone close to our hearts. Within a whisper that huge moment of feeling great turns to darkness. What do we become? Angry, depressed and doubtful of recovery. Without leaning on drugs or alcohol to pull us from the methods of acceptable madness in 2016. Is there a safer way to become you again?

The Lyrics from Billys Forest Chapter Fourteen

I am a Poet that happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to write within the trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter Fourteen we take a journey through expression. The creative mind with its blind ways of creating dreams. And yet so much is left behind when those walking with you begin to see you as something other than creative. But rather a failure.

Reason Or Purpose

I bet you can't on both hands the number of people you meet that tell you they can't grow forward because its not part of their purpose. Better yet... how many people do you meet during the average week that endlessly talk about how they are still searching for their purpose? What if the journey began with a better understanding of what the reason is?

What Does Your Anger Believe

So often we find ourselves arguing with people just to release the pain from our hearts. We create the indifference to release without having to go shopping, drink or take drugs. Bashing up an outside friendship seems safer. When in reality it keeps us from building a firm foundation of team work and or connection. How do we get beyond the angers tucked within? Know what your anger believes in.

The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter Thirteen

I am a Poet. I write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a different collection of trees. The tiny gathering at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. Today's story puts focus on how God speaks to each of us in a unique way. But in these chapters of digital connections. Are you hearing the word of God? Or wandering through life believing that checking into a church message on the radio is satisfying enough?