Star for the Journey

mental-health

  • What I Carry Into the Night

    Lamentations 2:19 “Arise, cry out in the night… in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children…” There are nights when I’m not reflecting so much as surviving my own thoughts. The house…

  • Love, Relearned

    We use the word love for almost everything. Songs, friendships, coffee orders, relationships, self care, even the choices we would rather not examine too closely. The more familiar the word becomes, the easier it is to assume we all mean the same thing when we say it. And yet, somewhere along the way, love picked…

  • Between Intention and Reaction

    There was a time when I didn’t even notice how fast I reacted. Words came out before I had fully thought them through. Emotions took the lead, and reflection showed up late, usually after the damage had already been done. It wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle. A tone here. A sharp response there. A knot…

  • Rooms Too Small for Your Sky

    There are gatheringswhere your presence registerslike a dropped pin in a hurricane—there, but swallowed,a soft sound beneath louder storms. You speak,and your syllables driftlike paper boats on concrete,searching for water that isn’t there,for eyes that aren’t looking. You laugh on cue,fold your brightness into polite corners,trim your sentences to fittheir small attention spans,as if your…

  • The Kind That Holds

    Real love is not the spark—it’s the slow-burned timberstacked by hand,one quiet choice at a time,until winter’s breathcan’t put it out.It’s the irony of a flamethat doesn’t boast,yet warms everything within reach. It is less like a roseand more like the soil—dark, unnoticed,and willing to cradle the rootsso something else can bloom.It’s the long patienceof…