Recovery from the trauma of childhood sexual abuse can leave a soul parched and begging for rain. Crushed. Pressed. Just voicing what happened to you is so very difficult. Finding the heart clogged with so much leaves little room for courage. Yet we must tell or the healing has no place to fill. After doing… Continue reading Drops of Rain for the Sexual Abuse Survivor/Thriver
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Wounded Souls
Just a Trimming Recently I was out trimming the hedges with electric trimmers. The bushes had grown up and the Japanese Cleyera had grown so tall that it was covering the house numbers from the road. As I let go of the trigger I went to change my hand placement, and cut my middle finger… Continue reading Wounded Souls