I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with… — 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
