I'm standing in the shower while a perpetual army of water soldiers fights off the day's sweat and filth and emotion when I notice the shelf in front of me.  I mentally tick off seven miniature bottles whose purpose is to clean, condition, soften and fragrance the top of my head to the bottom of my feet..when I lose it.

It's the second time today the tear dam burst when I didn't even know there was a crack in the dike. 


I've seen things this week I shouldn't have.

I've seen things this week I shouldn't have because they just shouldn't "be" to begin with.

{Click to continue reading one of my favorite posts of the week, with heartfelt thanks to my dear friend Shannon for allowing me to extend the reach of my voice at Rocks in My Dryer.}

To all of you who've followed our trip and/or stumbled onto Pensieve from my team mates' sites, thank you for your encouragement, support and prayers this week; I am humbly grateful.  I hope you'll subscribe to my feed, request emails and/or follow me in Twitter so we can keep the story going…:)

~ xo,


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