We are present, but I don't stay here. We move about. We travel. I stay there a while. We move on. We carry with me all the places I have been. All the things we have seen and those I have met. I am present mostly but we are also often somewhere else. Want to come with us? Take my hand. Don't be afraid. We've got you.
Stories by CarryingTheFire
Ditch Deep
A Psalm of David
Psalm 40
"I waited and waited and waited for God"
Lover
"I've got me a lover" written through the essence of a candle lit room with wooden floors. She hold...
Momma's Labor
We are neither born nor die alone. All of our selves go with us. Ashe.