Sometimes Courage Sounds...
like asking the questions we know can bring heartache and pain.
Sometimes courage sounds like asking the questions we know can bring heartache and pain—but also with them the hope of healing and growth—and we ask the questions anyway.
Sometimes even the deepest roots of grief and sorrow also encounter beauty and goodness and light and—surprising as it might seem—springtime comes again despite our tears; hope despite our heartache; and laughter despite our loss.
And friends, sometimes facing our futures—and our fears—are all we’ve left to do.
So with each new day we gather up fresh stacks of blank pages—and courage alike—with our weary hearts and hands, and choosing carefully as we go, we learn to gently carve out beauty again—one tiny leaf, one slow breath, one small step at a time—until at last, rain-fresh tears clear our sight, lithe-new trees spring to life, and hopeful glimmers of gold shine brightly through each new page of our story.
Because we asked the questions anyway.
Hello my friends,
I’ll be respectfully—and with full consent—sharing more, in the weeks to come, about the heart behind this deeply vulnerable—albeit very true—bit of writing, that has unexpectedly changed the path I’m traveling through this life on… (a path which sadly includes the ending of my marriage, after more than 30 years of adventuring through this beautiful life with my dearest friend—whom I still cherish and care for deeply—as we each learn to navigate our own now-separate paths).Â
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In the meantime…
May each of us find whatever courage we might need,
to ask the questions, challenging as they may be,
that will help bring us hope and healing,
within the context of our own stories,
for many more seasons to come.