Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I imagine the water of my soul, on certain days, slowly flowing and at peace. There maybe deep longings and memories made of light, still I know moments blazing like bonfires in awe of the sweetness of the dark. Keep this. 

The past couple of days have not been easy for so many still dealing with the aftermath of the tornado that ran through St. Louis. The early days are always full of support, full of goodwill, but it’s the weeks, months, even years later that matter now more than ever. We are in the process of raising more money, process of making more donations as so many really need help beyond the next few days or weeks. Our old beloved church suffered some damages and we are praying for the families of all those that died during the storm. It will be hard to rebuild, hard even to replace anyone we love, but in these moments, I hope we are comforted by the fact that blessed are those who mourn. Indeed you will comforted always.

Words inspired by Neruda…