The continuing ability to grow is a blessing.
“Wordsong”, the inspiration of my sister, my father, and a friend who believes in me when I can’t, was a gift I gave myself. She was dark…and stark…relying on my words for warmth; a true reflection of where I was.
In a marvelous example of serendipity, a single, innocently spoken word, uttered by a virtual stranger, sparked a metamorphosis; causing me to think, challenging me to grow.
And, this is where I am…
Grateful.
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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