Ashes

I write this today out of the rawness of my heart. I write as one who is abruptly, sharply, painfully aware that I am ashes. And all that I cling to is but ashes.

As one who controls much of her life by careful planning, my plans are scattering like dried leaves in a gust of wind. Good plans. Sweet plans. Treasured plans. Disappearing from view before I can even reach out a hand to grasp at them.

This all on the heels of some major letting go. An intentional choice to release...