We found this lemur hidden between the rock it’s sitting on and the bluebonnets. It was hidden, dirty, wet, and sad. Somewhere a small broken heart misses this lemur. We set her up, sitting, waiting. But it’s been days now and she still sits, waiting, as the storms start rolling through. I tend to like […]
I caught myself staring at the ceiling again.
I’ve spent a lot of time staring at that ceiling fan. Mostly after our lost pregnancies. Mourning our three children that would never have a future. I am a broken man, pulled back together. The photos this week reflect some of that brokenness, and some of the healing.