Inspirational – Carrie Morris

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By: Carrie Morris September 3, 2019September 3, 2019

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(Originally published in The Redbud Post, 9.1.19) A lovely young woman sits across from me in my small therapy office, buttoned up so tight it looks like she’s hardly even breathing. Her lips are pressed together as she carefully folds, then refolds, the clean Kleenex on her lap. Then she stops, looks up at me,…

Insistent Life

By: Carrie Morris August 4, 2019September 3, 2019

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If you could peek into my heart on this fifth anniversary of my husband Steve’s death, it would look something like the neighborhood I walked through the other day.

Redemption

We have slowly found our way to a measure of redemption.

Half Full

By: Carrie Morris January 30, 2019May 17, 2019

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…where does a person even begin to figure out how it all works, now that everything has changed?

Still Standing

Seeing them in this victimized state was just as shocking as it would be to see our beloved Snoopy with a black eye.

Free

…she chose to focus on the one and only positive aspect of his death: his freedom.

11:59

If I have any say in the matter, I will not take a step forward.

Out of the Picture

“When I look at this photo, I see the man behind the camera…”

Ripples

My life keeps moving forward, even though at times it feels as if it should have stopped on that surreal day–like a clock whose hands are frozen at the exact moment it got knocked off the mantel.

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope…pieces could never return to their original, intact state. But because they were broken–and broken together–they were creating beauty all the same.