“…I had to think about what part of my life has broken my heart. What part of my spiritual life is broken? What is this, a metaphor for? I have lied in bed and thought about all the things that have weighed upon me over my 45 years; all the things that I have so quietly set on shelves, not to look at again. Or so I thought. Perhaps the things I have set aside, need to be hauled out and put underneath some light. I don’t want them inside of me whispering things into my heart anymore. I just have to figure out what they are.

I have been so very good at covering things up with a few laughs and racing through a day like it were my very last. I am good and dodging and shifting and ignoring. I say I don’t worry about things, but on some level I must…”

~ JannArden

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