#Grief

AUTUMN STARKS

What if creative depth was not synonymous with pain and darkness? What if the fullness of God is available to us right now, if we can just turn our attention to Him? What if emotions aren't our enemies? Here I share blogs, poems and songs exploring the deep points of connection between spirituality, creativity and wholeness.

To Secret Grief

Every step is a funeral march Every tear, an ocean Each drop of blood, a holy war And the mask I wear Is treason Hand over mouth Muffled sobs of the kidnapped You see my frame But I’m not here I’ve been stolen away Elsewhere Is the quiet daily dirge safer? Am I honoring the broken one within? Has my silence now betrayed her? #Prayer #Bravery #Grief #Psalm #poem #Wholeness

Faith

A Therapist's Experience With Tony Robbins

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