Musings from my soul

Welcome to my Shangri-la // Because not all who wander are lost

Crisp, fresh air: cedar and pineThe sun slowly rising over the horizonCasting shadows across the lake...

I've always had an inherent need to run free; wild mustangs. I've always had a sense of adventure; a need for it. I always felt there was so much life to be lived; explored. Oh, the sense of adventure; the yearning. I remember when I...

You took me to the Mediterranean in the depths of your stare—White sand and turquoise seaSafe and coy, I played hide and seek...

“From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived.” ~ Fr. Craig Scott I was taught by the time I was eighteen the importance of breast health: I was taught to check my breasts regularly for...