A meditation on finding meaning in the aftermath of trauma and the daily choice between letting pain destroy you or letting it forge you into something stronger.
Pressed against cold mountain stone with bullets flying, the question "Is this it?" meant everything. Now, years later, that same question has become a daily invitation to make each borrowed moment count.
The marks on my skin echo deeper marks within. Some wounds become wisdom when there's no way to erase them.
A Memorial Day Story
Before the barbecues begin, take a moment to remember the empty chairs. Their sacrifice bought our freedom to gather around full tables.
A meditation on living with trauma's shadows. Finding peace not through avoidance, but through acceptance.
Where survival means transformation, and coming home means never being the same.
Where ink meets skin and mountains touch the sky. A journey from darkness to dawn.
Between earth and heaven, a moment of clarity breaks through the chaos of my wandering mind.
The mountains taught me to survive; the memories teach me how to live until we meet again.
Wading through memories deep as mountain rivers, searching for solid ground. The journey home takes longer than the war, but the current grows familiar with each passing year.
Finding Peace in High Places: A Journey from Battle Scars to Mountain Stars
