I forgot something the last couple of months and for that I must apologize. You made me remember. I have forgotten myself.
Last week when I pieced together the pictures of our homestead, I was struck by the surge of energy I had in working on it as well as the almost 200 visits (and counting) to that entry in particular.
I’ve been in a season of emergence. A season where new dreams and desires are materializing while also colliding with other’s expectations and voices. In this process, I lost my voice.