Editing my book this week has stirred up so many emotions. So much pain and tears were shed when writing it , as I released my feelings onto the computers screen.
I’ve had a relapse of anxiety symptoms in the past two days. Struggling with fear of what I know it could turn into , I’m standing strong , arms open wide for God to revive me. I believe this anxiety is from reliving said anxiety.
Writing about how it felt and what I learned has been healing , but much like opening an old wound.
The farm house was gloriously beautiful to me. Today I would love to share my most treasured memories there, and focus on the good.
For what we dwell on is what we birth. Today I want to birth the joy that once was , regardless of the pain in the midst of laughter. Here are my favorite shots:
The Witty Uterus 