Perhaps the real point of life is simply to wear us down until we have no choice but to start abandoning our… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
“I don't wish for the red house back, not really, yet in a way, I wish for everything back that ever was, everything that… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
“If some essential part of me was already disappearing as my children moved into increasingly wider orbits, well then, I wanted to rech out… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
we can learn to trust our maternal selves and to have faith in the innate goodness and purity of our children - even when… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
Now I see that the journey was never meant to lead to some new and improved version of me; that it has always been… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
“This, I suspect, is the territory that lies just ahead and around the curve of today. A place where loss grows more familiar, where… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
Alone-in moments of prayer or meditation, or simply in stillness-we breathe more deeply, see more fully, hear more keenly. We notice more, and in… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
I know I can't make time slow down, can't hold our life as it is in a freeze frame or slow my children's inexorable… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
As I loosen my grip on the past, as I keep taking one small step after another in the direction I want to go,… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
We are the windows through which our children first see the world. Let us be conscious of the view. — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
It has taken awhile, but I certainly do know it now – the most wonderful gift I had, the gift I finally learned to… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
Magic wasn't something I had to go in search of; it was here, within me, all the time. When hearts are open, when love… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
