Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

Category: About Me

  • What lies just through the trees? Come and see!

  • Grasped in her hand was a looking glass, a tale waiting to be unraveled. Long fingers curled around it’s handle etched with birds and leaves, holding tighter than they seemed to be. She stroked the glass with her fingertips, longing to disappear within its surface. She closed her eyes slowly, as though afraid of damaging…

  • I want to dance, but will these weary limbs hold me? I want to leap without falling, spin without tripping. To throw myself into movements, without throwing myself away. I want to dance, but can my quaking hands break the bars of my cage? Could I fly with the stars? Or would I merely jump…