The Hollow Space

sunrise over a lake

Waiting for Hope

There is an empty space hidden deep inside. It cannot be seen or touched. It cannot be filled or healed. It just exists.

Many people have empty spaces. Some have been carefully etched into being by slowly evolving grief. Some have been hacked away by sudden, wrenching loss.

The tears may flow and smooth away some of the roughest edges, filling the nooks and crannies. But the cavern remains. Dark. Empty. Hollow. Continue reading


Saturn-Like Rings of Solace…

Suddenly I find myself surrounded by grief. I suppose it’s always been so. I do, after all, live in a world in which sickness, death, and violence exist. I cannot escape the realities. And yet, there are times in which the realities come ever closer. Continue reading