Authentically Exiled. Isolated to Ignite.
The first time I was exiled, it was traumatic. Tantamount to crucifixion. I was instantly morose. Wounded. Exposed. Vulnerable. It felt like the very essence of my soul had been shoved into…
Read MoreThe first time I was exiled, it was traumatic. Tantamount to crucifixion. I was instantly morose. Wounded. Exposed. Vulnerable. It felt like the very essence of my soul had been shoved into…
Read MoreYesterday, someone told me that they were upset that they were turning 30; while they felt that they had done a lot, the number gave them a sense of angst. They were…
Read MoreWhat difference can a photo make? You tell me. February 2015 December 2012 Photos are windows to our soul. That’s why it can be such a powerful experience seeing yourself through a…
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