I don't belong to you and you don't belong to me

I have believed in the voice of God since I was 19, when I was told that I was strong enough to survive. Every so often, I stop listening. Over the past, well, year or so, I have been ignoring it entirely. I have put myself into a proverbial cocoon, hoping one day to emerge as a butterfly.

Yet again, I found myself in a great conversation today. I was affirmed, empowered and touched by a woman who will one day be everyone's favorite History professor. This week has been about blasting open that cocoon and emerging as a...

Busy bee?

Powerful wasp?

Sassy butterfly.

I am now, again and forever, in awe of the power of belief.

Speaking of strong, awesome women, our dear friend Blanche left us yesterday. She was smart, funny and kind. Though we will miss her, I am thankful her pain is over.