An open invitation.

I love the word, "scour." I love the rough, clean feel of it. Because when I think of the constant litany of doubt/fear/doubt/fear/regret/doubt/fear offered up by my brain, that's what I want--a complete cleanse. An exfoliation.¬† And all it takes to be effective is an invitation--an open invitation¬†for the wind to blow away lingering fear… Continue reading An open invitation.