She Use to be Mine…

 

She Use to be Mine…

Song by Sara Bareilles

Lyrics:

It's not simple to say

Most days I don't recognize me

These shoes and this apron

That place and its patrons

Have taken more than I gave 'em...

It's not easy to know

I'm not anything like I used to be

Although it's true

I was never attention sweet center

I still remember that girl

She's imperfect but she tries

She is good but she lies

She is hard on herself

She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up

And baked in a beautiful pie...

She is gone but she used to be mine

It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door…

And carves out a person

And makes you believe it's all true

And now I've got you

And you're not what I asked for

If I'm honest I know I would give it all back

For a chance to start over

And rewrite an ending or two

For the girl that I knew

Who be reckless just enough

Who can hurt but…

Who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised

And gets used by a man… who can't love…

And then she'll get stuck and be scared

Of the life that's inside her

Growing stronger each day

'Til it finally reminds her

To fight just a little...

To bring back the fire in her eyes

That's been gone but it used to be mine...

She is messy but she's kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone but she used to be mine…

 

Powerful Video Link to song "She Use to be Mine...":

https://youtu.be/53GIADHxVzM

Only with...

 

Writers...

 

Enough

 

NEVER SURRENDER

 

There’s a line from the movie, “Redeeming Love,” where the character Michael says to Angel:

“You didn’t choose the life you had…but you CAN choose the life you want.”

We ALL have to make that choice.

Growing up, without a proper father figure- having a distorted view of what role men would play in my life- saw me chase after a forbidden cycle of seeking love, all in the wrong places.

Time after time, I found myself going back to a place where I no longer had a right to be!

I risked my own soul, imprisoning myself into a box, where I struggled to break free out of.

I rejected any aspect of real love, in favour of the abusive kind that I had entangled myself in, since a little girl.

Pushing those away, who were genuinely caring, I clung to those that stripped me of my dignity, staining my darkened soul, with their own convoluted needs.

In writing this post, it is to take responsibility for my role, in walking myself into invisible cells… that I gave the trusted key to those, who had their own bandaged wounds, leak into mine.

At times, the guilt I have carried, has threatened to consume me with its shame.

I now understand, I have been grieving the loss of innocence, the childhood stolen from me and the little girl who was subject to horrendous role playing...only an adult should have known.

I could see the fragments of my brokenness- a reflection in the waters, I was so desperate to cleanse myself of!

Then, God blessed me with something so precious…that I was given a second chance in the life of my beloved daughter.

I would strive to protect her from the ‘monsters in the closet,’ and yet…years later, reading through the 29 journals Shayla left behind…I realized I had at times, failed her just as I had been let down.

Did I love my child beyond measure? Of course! Did I try to never surrender to my own past demons, in order to make good on my promise to love and protect her….most certainly!

Yet, as I look back at particular moments in my past, I can see where I failed my daughter miserably- and own self, in the end.

This is why my own personal, spiritual relationship with my Heavenly Father, has never been an easy one! For most of my life, I never saw myself worthy of being held by God’s loving embrace. For I simply did not know that throughout my own existence.

Then, as I escaped yet another toxic situation with a man (Colin), bent on my destruction- I realized the role I have sought so hard after- has always been there! I have a Father God, who knows the immeasurable loss of his son, Jesus and the ultimate suffering he was put through…for my sins, for the world’s transgressions.

Since my displacement last December, it now has been ½ a year I have lived- without a proper home…I have needed to dissect the broken parts of my life and see where it is that I went ‘off the rails’ and trusted the wrong person to be a part of my life.

I have also needed to acknowledge the harsh truth in that I have never felt wanted, loved or fully accepted by a man.

How could I look up in my prayers to the Lord, when I looked down so ruthlessly on my own self?

Although I wanted to be free of repeating such viscous cycles…I also yearned to be wholly loved for who I am.

What came as a surprise, was the pure love I have always sought hard after…was literally already mine!

I exist, not to be an object of lust or to fulfill someone else’s needs….NO! I exist to fulfill the purpose that God has for me.

I was also blessed with the joy of being part of something bigger than me; a role that would see my words used for healing, forgiveness and release in a pure way…in the writing of my novel: “Under the Sitka Tree.” (UTST)

Having no real sense of roots, Sitka gave me a community of people that I consider ‘family.’

For every character, reflects on someone I either have known or are a part of my present life.

Ospero Falls, was created out of love, a place where HOPE thrives, and people look out for one another.

It is my safe haven. A place where the seeds of healing have taken form and among the characters in my storyline… I EXIST.

I give thanks…Praises to a God that never left my side, nor gave up on me!

I did not have to ‘win him over’ or offer parts of me that I felt were a bargaining tool.

My faith has come with ‘no strings attached.’

It is a place of Unconditional love, patience and dignity that has been restored through the blood of the Saviour, Jesus Christ.

My sobering moment of understanding my self-worth, has come only after much suffering, sorrow and loss…all things the Lord knows well.

Recently, my formatter Leon Oldale, from Oldale Publishing worked ‘along-side’ me in going through UTST and making any revisions necessary, in order to speak the language I have always intended too.

In doing so, I came to understand how my faith has always guided me- from the darkness- into the LIGHT, with a story that is etched upon my fragile heart.

Another source of inspiration has come from Canadian Poet/author, Rupi Kaur, whose book “Homebody,” is a declaration to my soul. Her boldness to write of things unspeakable, is a testimony, to her own personal story of overcoming and resilience. 

As one season has closed and another one beginning, I continue to explore the many intricate and complex parts of my life…knowing that the shame has now shifted and replaced with an understanding that I AM WORTHY of LOVE!

God’s Love has always been engrained with me; I simply needed to reconnect with the core of the little girl, who was so eager for love… she was blinded by the distorted versions of it!

 

By TL Alton

Try Losing One...

 If I had a dime for everytime I've had a man say to me..."I will never put you thru the Hell the last guy put you through..." 💔💦 

I'd probably have a place to call home.

In my life, I have met so many woman, who have devalued themselves, lost their identity as a woman and given into paths of placing themselves in violent, narcissistic relationships that I could actually form my own tribe! 

At the very top, would be a leader whose own scars on the inside,would cover me whole on the outside...

I've spent most of my life processing my latest mistakes that when I'm knelt in prayers, I ask God to reveal my purpose. 

Then...I will have a day like today that stands out so clear as to what defines me, I can't help but feel my heart shine unto others! 

The most beautiful aspect of our journeys is that we get to climb into the 'raft of our lives', and ride the wild waters...until that day when we do not return.

For me, I have packed more adventures, loved the hardest my heart could give to another and learn time and time again...the power of forgiveness. 

Recently, a dear friend sent me a wonderful photo notecard and an important reminder that there is absolutely NOTHING I can do, which would separate me from God's LOVE ❤ 

So, as I let go of my fears, nursing the wounds that are slowly healing, I embrace Philippians 4:6~7 with all I have left to give. 

Tonight, I heard a song that was so specific and relatable to me...I thought he penned the lyrics knowing what I've not only experienced...but also Survived!

This is for those who have had the rare opportunity to find a woman of faith, loyalty and strength...

"TRY LOSING ONE..." 

~ Tyler Braden

https://youtu.be/WVi93FwdOAc

In speaking with a someone today, on the phone, who has been helping me sort thru the messes of my life...they said this: 

"Tomorrow, we get a new page- a new chapter and while it is unwritten for us today...

makes new way for our fresh tomorrow's!"

For every man out there who has 'lost forever' that one remarkable woman who shone in their lives... stood by them, and gave everything she ever had... this ones for you...💟 

By TL Alton 

Love and Immeasurable Loss in TEXAS

 

We can never makes sense or come to terms of acceptance, when a child dies...especially in such an evil, unfathomable way! 

Source: President Joe Biden 

I cannot comprehend the unexpected tragic losses of innocent, little children, their lives ending on the soil of an Elementary school! 

My heart is broken for their unimaginable losses and my hands are folded in prayers. 

There will never be justice, closure and a chance to understand what truly happened that horrific day! 

From my heart to all of Texas, I send my LOVE❤....

By TL Alton 

The Lessons We Carry

Where I am at right in this moment truly shines on the darkness of the shadows that follow me. 

I am letting the days unravel... settling into a place of unrest within. 

Surrounded by light, I breathe in through the cracks, seeking peace, shelter and better health and wellness. 

The following words are of great comfort as I process all that has unfolded in such a short matter of time. 

From the confines of my vehicle, as the neon sign flashes "All Are Welcome," my tired eyes hold the words and let them settle unto my weary heart. 

Recently, I removed my last two blog posts about Colin Newell, not because I was asked to or forced to do so...I did it as my point had been made very clear...that it does not require much too overtake a person's life...I KNOW... as it happened to me. 

At a previous place of shelter...I was greeted by the opposite sense of disconnection. A beautiful sanctuary, where the poster on the wall spoke volumes: 

I am reminded of the little four year old girl, who had no idea that over three decades,  she would endure  abuse, trauma and loss that were coming her way.

In my reflecting... every mistake I've ever made has been clearly written upon the wall...of my biggest regrets. 

Today, was no exception.  

As the heaviness of the anniversary of the grim and tragic discovery of unmarked graves- peppered with the scattered bones of Indigenous children- reminds us... as a country we are stained with the wounds, which flow from those, who had so much taken from them.  

As a nation, we need to come together collectively and unite with those, whose children's cries rises from the scorched earth... trodden on by the feet of those whose vows are now ripped apart by the ugly, tragic, truth of residential school abuse. 

To this day, much like the holocaust, there are those who deny these deadly secrets our world has harbored- ever happened! 

Yet, I've looked into the dark pools of emptiness that echoes generations of pain, mistrust and horrid abuse... among those scarred... generations later. 

Today, was also a painful reminder of those who deny the sufferings placed upon myself, growing up. 

Those who cannot fathom my journey, nor would have endured such misery. 

It is then I fold my hands in prayers, as I Am a child of God, who is reminded the Lord's heart breaks over these hortible things, which have taken place.

At 51 years of age, it is no longer my  responsibility to convince others of the hellfire I have walked through.

What is important... is that I acknowledge I sometimes miss the mark myself in understanding the mishapen paths of others. 

I get so wound up in my own heartache and sorrow that I sometimes forget,  others are also suffering.

Over the years, writing my endless posts and investigative articles, I've been given an insight to the darker side of things and the life lessons, it has taught me. 

 

So, as the golden arches near me, are a reminder of all those served...

I pause to reflect on the

 challenges of our fallen world and those

 residing in it...including me. 

By TL Alton 

 

 

My Deepest Love, for Ukraine

 

My heart is shattered, much like a basket of pysanky, fallen to the ground

The missiles, are wiping out future generations, of those whose lips have been silenced

As convoys carrying death, are streamlined across the world…

I am numb.

                           Frozen by images that embody the spirit of loss, spilling forth onto the daily news

I am deafened- by the unimaginable horror of a one-sided war- consumed by greed

5, 514 miles separates me from the two choices those families have to make…

Cages or Wings?

 

I ponder with sarcasm… how in only travelling 3, 212 miles…

I could be in the ‘Happiest place on earth’...

                               Yet, there is no joy found in bunkers, air sirens and in the loss of thousands of innocent lives…

As the droves of the true walking dead march onward toward hope

My connection to their world is lit up with carnage, sorrow and battle

These are the only options that now bleed into my social media

For them… surrender to the white, blue and red or trade in their lives for their wings?

I look at the cracked egg in my trembling hand and say a prayer, as I step forward

With my deepest love and support, along with others,…for Ukraine. 💞🌻🌻🌻

 

By Tonya Hancheruk 

Dancing Among the Stars

 

“There has not ever been a time when I have been lacking the material for a post. For the threads of humankind , always find their way of weaving into my soul, their beautiful purpose.” ~ TL Alton

In all of my posts, I always feel my daughter’s birthday, the one where I take the time, to sort through quotes, pictures and memories connected to the day Shayla was born. For this special day, when she arrived into the world, saw precious moments unfold… over the next 21 years of her life.

While everyday I miss her, the day Shayla Rae Dawn, came into this world at 10 pounds, 10 ounces and 2 feet long, the heavens parted and she was blessed with many things, I am sharing here.

The top image of Shayla, on my 2^nd wedding day. She was such a beautiful Flower girl. 

When I think back, I close my eyes and re-imagine it was her wedding day- to her one true love - long before 2011.

Shayla’s namesake was something that connected her to the world of the Fairies~  the Irish Gaelic version means  “fairy palace.”

One of her favourite places to go to, was at a park that had a Fairy forest. Many times we went there, whenever she came to visit.

Shayla also had a wonderful sense of humour. Whenever something made her laugh, her face grew rosy, and a deep laughter grew from the tip of her toes. If she posed, it was likely to be some funny expression or doing something that would make others burst into laughter.

Wearing funny nose glasses at a bus stop, a bus pulled up and the driver was in stitches over Shayla's 'disguise.'

At a Nature Park, Shayla got stuck in the turtle shell. 

I have recalled and written about a note I found, after she passed away.

It was in reference to a dessert that I would make annually for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I always assumed Shayla loved it, as she would often ask for seconds.

In discovering her note, I realized the reality as she had written:

Mom, remember that Bisquick pumpkin pie dessert you made us for the holidays…well, I would go in the backyard and bury the second helpings and I burned the recipe card so you wouldn’t make it again…so Nah, I didn’t like it, but didn’t want to hurt your feelings. 😊

The other passion in my daughter’s life…was dance!

Shayla spent seven years immersed in the world of dance and between her laughter and silliness, the girl was born to dance!

It brought me much joy when she would have her performances and I was able to see how she lit up the dance, with hip-hop, lyrical, jazz and even ballet.

While I have many DVD’s of her past recitals, I no longer have the means to play them and right now, I would love to see my daughter ‘in motion.’

February 24^th, would have been Shayla’s 32^nd birthday.

I miss seeing her blow out her candles, open her gifts and turn to me with the biggest smile .

While I was gathering things for this post, I was reminded of “Pink Shirt Day.” The annual awareness for showing support of those who have been bullied. Sadly, Shayla spent most of her years at the torment of those who caused her to devote an entire black covered journal. Reading her words of heartache, sorrow and anguish, I have a better, more painful understanding of what she endured…and still smiled.

Pink Shirt Day 2022 

The other day, I found a display in a store that also reminded me of my ‘pinky promise’ to my dearly missed daughter- the one linked to my novel.

I painted my own nails and thought about the perfect timing.

This past week, I read of another person’s passing, whose music, smile and lovely persona, was an inspiration to the world.

Her name was Jane Marczewski. She was a free-spirit, a talented singer and a beautiful soul who died at 31, from breast cancer.

Nightbirde

Gracing the stage of America’s Got Talent, people’s lives were deeply touched by her heartfelt journey, as she battled her cancer while still writing and preforming songs, with the name Nightbirde.

Her spiritual relationship, was something I also connected with.

Source: Instagram

Nightbirde wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and she had such a magnificent shine that saw her glow.

In sharing the song she penned, “It’s Okay,” I feel as if she had met my heart full of love.

Golden Buzzer: Nightbirde's Original Song Makes Simon Cowell Emotional - America's Got Talent 2021

https://youtu.be/CZJvBfoHDk0

 Tomorrow, I have special plans. Turns out the temporary shelter I am at, is having their annual inspection. I need to be gone from 10am- 5pm. I have thought about where it is I will go or what I should do?

Then some place which holds special memories. While its not a place of fairies ( I don’t think so), it has wonderful qualities of another place, where (Tonya) mother and daughter,(Shayla) use to stroll.  

Every year, since Shayla passed, I have still bought a birthday card- one that I would have given her. I fill it with my personal sentiments, then place it at amazing locations throughout our world. 

A kind of release that helps a little... on a rather emotional day. 

This February 24th will be no different. 

Although it will be a quiet day- without the celebration of 32 years- I can look back and treasure what we were able to share… in such a short amount of time.

I think back to years ago when I was in Maui. I was brought to the perfect location, in the Pacific ocean, to spread my daughter’s ashes.

Tomorrow, I will reconnect with another special spot, where memories have been made.

The one where I told my daughter, she would always have my heart as her mother. As I kneel by the water’s edge, I will close my eyes. Once again, I will imagine Nightbirde’s angelic voice singing It’s Okay, while Shayla’s performing, a lyrical dance and I will think of those within our family , who have passed away- aunties, uncles, mothers and fathers, grandparents, friends and also my nephew, Matthew.

Everyone will be shining their beautiful smiles, as Matt's stardust, along with theirs, is cast across the heavens…for ALL to see them dancing ... among the stars. 

 

By TL Alton  

CYCLES

 

Last week, I had an experience so profound that it settled within my soul, to remind me that the humans are capable of malice, yet most of all… Compassion.

In the last post I wrote and openly shared about my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. An illness I acquired after the death of my 21 year old daughter, Shayla. I have explained how any amount of pressure added onto my daily life, can cause me to break into fragments- where my kryptonite is stress.

However dark the pain and sorrow was presented, I found God met me at the crossroads of my suffering, time and time again, to untie me from the railroad tracks, I had bound myself too.

In the year I spent, travelling with others and speaking to various people: teachers, students, LPN’s,  and Human Service Workers, about my two disorders (Bipolar and PTSD), my own symptoms were alleviated. The courage it took, for the group of us to stand before rooms and often gymnasiums of strangers, to lay before them our darkness… we often tend to forget. This is due to the anxiety and depression, wanting to keep us locked-in the hidden rooms- of our own minds.

Yet, there was a strength within each one of us. That saw each individual, remove from their travelling suitcases, ‘the dirty laundry from their lives.’

A dear friend of mine shared this video with me, which speaks more about this…

– The Soul is like a suitcase, Dr. Rob Reimer

SOUL CARE: https://youtu.be/UybtzshH0Bg

Sometimes though, even with my best intentions, I find myself in a place of darkness that triggers my PTSD, in such a menacing way- it literally takes days for me to ‘recover.’

In relaying the following incident, which took place, I am not mentioning certain aspects- as I do not want to give any attention to the company/employees that were involved with my vehicle.

Last week, I dropped into Staples for photocopying. I parked my car, in front of a sign that I thought said: 30 minute Parking. While I take full responsibility, I mistakenly thought the sign meant 30 Minute parking, for all vehicles. 

Once inside and copying, an older man walked up to the counter and started to yell at the two ladies working! He started to berate them, saying they weren't working fast enough, where was his order etc.?

I felt sorry for the employees as this man berated them! Not wanting a confrontation, as soon as he walked away out of the store, I promptly went and spoke with the two staff members. They were shaken and I shared how they did not deserve to be yelled and treated like the way he did. I said they were valued and deserve to be respected! I also shared how much I valued them being there! They appreciated my words. I paid and only after 15 minutes of bring in the store, I paid and left the store.

Upon leaving the store, it was then I discovered my car was gone! My first thought, was my vehicle had been stolen! Turns out, I mistakenly parked in front of a Residential area and my car had been towed away by a local company!

I broke down in tears and a man, who had been behind me in the store line approached and asked if he could help?

The stress of the situation triggered my PTSD and I thought I was having a heart attack! All the meanwhile, the man offered his assistance. I explained I have Bipolar, PTSD and a device on my heart.

After I was able to catch my breath, he offered to take me to get my car, which was a few blocks away.

I have decided to keep this man’s first name he provided anonymous. He is a married man, father of one, who stepped into a stressful situation, when I was in crisis.

He suggested I call the towing company, for directions, to pick up my car. I am NOT mentioning the name of the towing company I had direct interaction with. My post explains why. 

I was told my vehicle would cost $XXX.XX amount of dollars to get it out of the compound! 

Also, if it stayed impounded, it would cost me another $XXX.XX to pay daily for it! Suddenly, it dawned on me that all of my monthly medications- I had picked up earlier for my heart, Stroke and disorders - were in the back of my car! Deep inside, I was worried about the GORE device I have on my heart and how all of the stress was affecting me. 

One of four packages of my medications in my blister packs I take for my heart and other illnesses, that were in the back of my towed vehicle! This is the backside, which contains my daily prescriptions. 

The company itself was horrible to deal with and before anyone lays judgment on all tow truck people, I have a side note to add to this, towards the end… after I share what took place at this one.

As I sat, a passenger in a strangers vehicle, I was in tears again, as I explained to the man that I did not have any money to pay for my car.

He was calm and reassuring.

Once at the towing company, I shared how this man- who I did not know- was willing to help me out by driving me there.  Even though, I was letting them know that a stranger was showing me kindness, they proceeded to treat me terribly!

I had to step out in tears and when this man came out of the office, he looked at me, with receipt in hand and said:

"Your bills been paid in full!"

I was in shock and stood there.

I stammered out, "Thank You So Much!"

I shared my website with him, as a means of seeing who he helped out and asked inside for a copy of the receipt- but due to privacy reasons I couldn't get it.

We said our goodbyes and I gave thanks for an angel to be sent to me, in my time of need.

Once the bill was sorted and after getting paid, this towing company was still horrible and rude to me!

In order to pick up my vehicle, they asked for my driver’s licence. I was filled with anxiety, as these were three, unprofessional employees, badgering me. I did not want to hand my ID over, yet I had to.

I then went to locate my car….the one that has the lettering I put on the back of my window:

Nova Scotia Strong, for those who were killed in massive gun violence.

The car that has a large Indigenous sticker that says: Every Child Matters in support of Orange Shirt day…

and the vehicle that displays a magnet for my book I wrote- a promise to my late daughter Shayla; covering topics of racism, domestic/child abuse, inequality and faith.

If ever a car was a beacon of light; my little red is it!

Once back inside my vehicle and in clear view of the three employees standing there- seething that I was reclaiming my car, I folded my hands in prayers. I gave thanks to the Creator for shining grace and favour upon me, I prayed for the man that had restored my faith in humanity by paying my large bill, and as I went to offer three single prayers…I saw them press a button that saw the compound gate close on me. Despite being paid, in view of my praying, they stood with menacing smiles, as I rushed to start my car and drive safely away!

In sharing (I've included a picture of the sign, but not the company). I also wrote a review of Staples in North Vancouver, asking people not to park in front of this area, or they will be towed)! If even one person reads my review of Staples and does not park in the wrong area- avoiding their vehicle being hauled away- then I feel I have paid back the stranger.

 Later that night, I suppressed the urge to write a not so favourable review of this towing company. This is despite the fact that I have been a Google Reviewer for ten years. I prayed and realized I could do more good, by simply posting under Staples, not to park here or you will be towed away! I receive updates on the amount of views and my review has been seen over a 100 times! I give full credit to God, as he prompted me to not lash out in anger, but to help others avoid such a painful and costly lesson! For not everyone, will have a stranger, willing to step in.

The next thing I did that night, was to research and read the reviews of other towing companies. 

I was elated to find a local, tow truck company, which has a compassionate heart and who after speaking with Steve the owner of Big Man Towing, I would highly recommend over the others!

Big Man Towing is Not at ALL associated with the other towing company- who actually towed and impounded my vehicle!

Right away, as Steve and I spoke, he was kind and empathetic, to my other negative towing experience. Steve is also a family man and was understanding of what took place. The more we talked, I began to see clearly that this is a man whose positive reviews, reflects on the company he operates, with knowledge, professionalism and dignity. 

In our conversation, we talked about health, as my own wellness had been greatly affected. Steve did not know that only recently, a relative had passed away. I also shared how my own life has been impacted by cancer, in the death of my father. He died from the disease, at the young age of 41.

I appreciated Steve's time and consideration, in speaking with me. 

A few days later, the after effects of what happened with the actual company who towed my car and impounded it, would see my disorders be triggered and ‘take me down’ for days.

Despite all of this, on the weekend, I wrote in my journal the following…

“You may take my car, you may take a stranger’s money, but as I sat in your compound, tears flowing, heart racing, while you pushed the button on your gate to force me to leave…the ONE thing you could not take from me, was my hands folded in prayers, for Each of YOU!”

I decided to also include Steve’s company, Big Man Towing, as a way to pray it forward. To share he has a reputable and wonderful towing company, while also understanding the stress the can occur in these kind of situations. 

To continue on the thread of positivity; instead of feeding the hounds of negativity via social media. 

I didn't want to be happy for someone paying my bill and that was it. I felt compelled to react in the way that I know would bring release, to a difficult situation and free me from the grips of the enemy.

I easily could have written an awful review and yet I wanted to pour light over the darkness and shed the beauty that while certain destructive things can come in ‘cycles’…so can Compassion.

“Usually we are judged by what we do…but I find what we don’t do…is what haunts us.”

-Last Measure

My sincerest thank you to the stranger who stepped in, when I felt my world turned upside down!

I am grateful for Steve’s valued time in speaking with me.

There is much appreciation for a dear friend of mine, who sent me the following video… this speaks to my tender heart and reflects on the cycles in my own life.

Watch "Jonathan McReynolds ft. DOE - Cycles Lyrics (Lyric Video)" on YouTube

https://youtu.be/6o2zd8VDHN0

 

By T.L. Alton