The Heal & Rise Blog

Her clothes were dirty, the seat of her pants more tan than pink. She had a splatter of dried mud in her falling out braid and her shoes...

Waking up beside the Mississippi River, I write in my notebook while listening to the bird songs. The unfamiliar tunes of birds not...

Have you ever seen a particular bird or butterfly that brought with it a peaceful reminder of a familiar family member or friend? Perhaps...