The beauty of a micro-retreat

I perched on the hewn-log bench, looking up into the cathedral of leaves as the sun’s rays filtered through the branches above to create a high and holy ambience. The twitter of birds in the trees and the occasional scampering …

I am broken

I am broken. Speaking these words out loud leaves cuts along my tongue, each syllable a jagged shard of the secret I have always kept hidden in the quiet spaces of my soul. If you’re anything like me, the parts …

How to stop wanting to be her

Almost from birth, I think little girls are prone to competing and comparing with one another; they battle to be the prettiest, the smartest, the sweetest, the fastest. Not much changes over time. Women still feel the need to constantly …