Rachel Leigh
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may writing bring healing to my bones .
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The Day the Birds Started Singing
The Day the Birds Started Singing 1__________________ She could hear the birds. No matter what she did, she could hear them, singing where they had never sung before. Even though all windows were up, the doors were locked, they weren't invited, they were singing. This is when she knew.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Fiction
Anecdote from my own life
anecdote from my own life: sometimes letting go of beloved belongings can release the greatest gifts. the betrayal was like a looming river underground. feeling it's power, but never seeing it. I looked for signs. I asked many questions. I dug with my bloodied hands in place after space for a touch of water, but it was so deep in caverns below, weaving in and out of the darkness. I planted seeds in the soil of our life above this faithless river. my tears filled with the deep cries of restoration, with faith, with love. I pulled down the promises of heaven to bury them deep around these seeds like fertilizer. i yanked weeds out anytime I would see them, pulling precious new plants with them as well. within my desperate hunt for any trace of danger and deception, I made mess after mess. the fear and pain from the hunt spread out noxiously around me, wrapping around my loved ones. my focus would tandem from nourishing roots, to planting seeds, to unwrapping weeds, to the weeping knees, to listening quietly for that still, small, ever powerful knowing voice to show me what the eyes who sees all sees and answer and fulfill my completely. desperate. pleas.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Poets
The Day the Birds Started Singing
The Day the Birds Started Singing 1__________________ She could hear the birds. No matter what she did, she could hear them, singing where they had never sung before. Even though all windows were up, the doors were locked, they weren't invited, they were singing. This is when she knew.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Fiction
