If the Silver Birch, when Autumn whispers, can undress herself discarding all that no longer has life, laying bare the starkness of her bones without a thought for any opinion. Then so shall I. — Stripped. © Liezel Graham 2018.
Beneath these layers, there is someone I used to know. Familiar as I am with all her buried hopes, from before life happened, I am now tenderly wooing her with the peace that comes with strong bones. — She, who I once was. © Liezel Graham 2018.
With each pound that falls away a woman increases her worth and less, becomes more, unless you don’t have. But the spirit can shrink too, and there is not enough affirmation in this gaunt world to fill a leaking soul. And there are Mothers who are ‘them’ to our ‘us’ holding the dying hope of... Continue Reading →