everything in the middle of nowhere.

It’s a weird thing. I have literally thought to myself and/or said out loud to others, “I really feel like blogging” and yet… nothing.  For quite awhile now. That is always a huge indicator for me.  I write when I have something that needs to be said.  When the desire to write my heart, read it back, and allow myself to process is more overwhelming … Continue reading everything in the middle of nowhere.

Burden or light.

http://www.RachelWilliamsOnline.com I don’t know when it happened exactly.  I just know it happened. It wasn’t overnight.  It wasn’t one catastrophic event.  It wasn’t someone’s words that lingered.  It wasn’t one specific loss that did me in. So I guess it was an endless series of things…life…that didn’t seem all that noticeable at the time but “out of nowhere”, somehow, it all culminated into a big ball of everything.  Defeat.  … Continue reading Burden or light.

“I talked myself out of it.”

It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong.  Sometimes the brain just wants to create…and in my case, that means I’m writing. It’s been over a month since my last blog.  I’ve thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then.  I’d take my laptop in the car with me wherever I’d go…including a couple trips to Nashville in December and … Continue reading “I talked myself out of it.”

Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…

I don’t want to get political. I really don’t.  And I won’t. I will say, however, that I urged my fellow family members and friends to vote.  I posted on my social media accounts to please, for the love of God, go vote.  I spent a good chunk of time sorting through my feelings with my fingers on a keyboard the day before the election.  I then … Continue reading Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…

Death…and what’s left behind.

Mortality is something I’ve thought about a lot this year.  And when I wasn’t thinking about it, well…it’d come back and slap me in the face a few times to remind me it was still a thing that needed to be thought on. This year taught me a lot about shutting up.  Listening.  Learning.  I absorbed everything… the softness of baby cheeks, the rush I’d get when … Continue reading Death…and what’s left behind.