I look in the mirror.
The one looking back at me
Is not lied to easily;
She knows me too well.
I hear my own voice.
The one who is listening
Knows every whisper of truth
Even in secret.
Even when others
Say that I am someone else;
Think that I don’t understand,
My inward self knows.
My integrity
Is made from strands of my soul,
Woven and sewn together
Until there is me.
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I am like a rich tapestry, full of texture and color.
I'm a musician, composer, poet, gardener, homemaker and friend. I worked as anLCSW for 22 years; as a socialworker for 26 years all told. Before that, I was a rehabilitation teacher.
My passion is to come alongside others; to empower and bless them. That is why you will find plenty of variety in my blog.
Two very important things to know about me is that I am a life-long learner - An explorer and sojourner.
I also belong to the Lord Jesus...now, before you get tweeked out: I am not saying I am "religious." There is a huge difference between all of the rules and empty practice that often gets associated with Christianity and the kind of life that comes from being in a relationship with the loving God.
May you find encouragement, inspiration, insight, good ideas and a laugh or two as you read my posts and comments.
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“She knows me too well.” – oh, she does.
Isn’t that the truth!
As long as you know yourself, that is most important. ❤