Much like my linen closet, aquiring the skill set of organized womanhood remains a challenge. I continue to be a mass of tangled lessons learned shoved onto burdened shelves as the door is closed to conceal the chaos. ...forgive me, I've yet to swallow caffeine. Truth...I can spend hours cleaning out, tossing, donating, and then additional time folding towels, dust cloths, and pillowcases... more minutes of my one precious life are lost forever as I arrange stacks according t

"This is me" a gentle voice whispers... buried beneath the roar of musts, shoulds, couldn'ts, and can'ts. "This is me" she tries again and is met by the extreme twins - always and never. Distracted, discouraged, weary, and wandering discovery begins... Rediscovery to be more precise because she's been here all along. Awakening...Forgiving, Believing, Growing Applying wisdom, Glimpsing herself as she embraces all she's Becoming... Listen for her, and when you hear her whisper,