Unedited and Uncensored

  Today's post is written by our brave poet, Cindy Powell I had a choice to make about what I was going to post today. I haven’t been feeling terribly inspired lately so I was thinking of posting a poem I wrote a while back. Since it is much more polished than most of the … Continue reading Unedited and Uncensored

Every Day

Today's post is written by our brave poet, Cindy Powell I have a confession to make. Sometimes I think my words are too simple. Sometimes I get the idea that I ought to embellish them a bit. Fluff them out so they’ll sound a bit less ordinary and plain. But when I do—I lose my … Continue reading Every Day

I Don’t Want To Do This!

As I wait for the results of my scans, it is inevitable that my mind goes back to the beginning of the journey. The emotions of that day, still so fresh and raw. And yet, I am changed. No longer feeling like a victim, I am a survivor and a thriver.
I have come a long long way.

Miraculous Life

She stopped us as we walked out of her office,  and said, “Wait here.”

A few seconds later,  she  handed me a stack of reading material.

“Here you go.”   “There is some good information in  here for you.”

For just a brief moment, I was taken back to a memory of receiving another mound of information in a doctors office.  24 years prior to this one.

Back then it was for a new pregnancy = new life.

This time it  was for c.a.n.c.e.r = beating death.

I didn’t look at what was in the pile as we left the office, I just glanced down at the crochet pink ribbon attached to a bookmark laying on the top, donated by a local church.

I was now a part of the pink ribbon clique.

Small puddles began to form in my eyes.

He grabbed my hand, my husband,  and he squeezed.

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The Rainbow Storm

Today's post comes from our Live Brave Poet, Tiffany Martin. The Rainbow Storm She walked in the desert, Kicking the small rocks aside, Head down, sweat pouring. Cracking the tumbleweeds under her feet. Glancing up to make sure she could still see. Hands were in her pocket, Defeat on her mind, Stuck in this heat. … Continue reading The Rainbow Storm

Time to Dream … Again?

Today's post is written by our Brave Poet, Cindy Powell Time to Dream … Again? Once alive Once filled with hope My dreams grew wings And soared But vultures appeared As if out of the mist They circled They taunted They swooped in close Clipped my wings And grounded my once lofty dreams Time passed … Continue reading Time to Dream … Again?

Welcome to ALIVE to THRIVE Friday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irwQ1BCpCaQ&feature=share&list=UUJAuhaE77oZPzmHy6L6X3uw Alive to Thrive Friday is here.  This is my introductory video, so bear with me, as I work out my editing and vlogging skills.   I am EXCITED! I hope you enjoy it and please leave me a comment or email me with any questions at Lkailani@gmail.com. You can automatically subscribe to the weekly … Continue reading Welcome to ALIVE to THRIVE Friday.

Me {First}.

Today's post comes from Live Brave founder and creator, Lesley Glenn I am not sure when it happened in the 30 years of being a Christian. Or how it happened. I just know it did. The indoctrination of "giving it all away, in the name of Jesus." Maybe I did it to myself. Maybe I … Continue reading Me {First}.

Deep Eyes

Today's post is written by Brave Writer, Melanie Neilson. Deep Eyes I let myself breath deeply the fresh air as I closed my eyes and thanked God for allowing me to return.  I could hear the sounds of children laughing, chickens clucking, mommas yelling and a fire popping.  Kicking off my shoes I stepped into … Continue reading Deep Eyes

Rebirth

Today's post is from Live Brave founder and creator, Lesley Glenn.  I plugged in my earphones, and opened my lap top to engage in my morning meditation/contemplative prayer ritual. My  iTunes started to play music, and I thought it a tad strange because I had not opened this app for probably a week.  The impression … Continue reading Rebirth

Choices

Today's post comes from Brave Writer, Melanie Neilson.  I gazed at the smorgasbord of choices.  Curiosity, confidence, wonder, obligation, certainty, conviction, and repulsion rose to the surface, each one rising higher than the other as my gaze floated from one choice to the next.  Choices. For many years I thought having many choices was the … Continue reading Choices