“The scarecrow” by Walter De La Mare
I wanted to touch him to make him feel seen and loved and acknowledged and give that inanimate object a sense of belongingness. In my eyes, he was a living breathing being, with lonely arms and empty heart.
8 Lessons To Carry Forward With You In The New Year
After reflecting on the year’s ups and downs, These are the lessons I would carry forward in the new year.
Eternal Love Of Grandparents
How do you let go of the hurt that comes with death of someone you love? How do you manage your grieving heart? This post is an attempt to nurse my wounded and grieving heart and…. to remember, to keep the memory alive!
Un-questionable Resilience of Rescue🍁
Idk what keeps the tattered and tethered heart of a rescuer beating?
