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From Sand to Gemstones

Refining Life's Ragged Edges

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PearlyShells

I seriously hate writing about me. What do you tell people? The customary who I am, where I'm from? Those are all well and fine but gets kinda redundant, doesn't it? If you want to know me, come read a long. I'm an open book - or at least try to be. I try to write a little about everything. I should one day find my niche, one day. I figure, if I keep writing eventually it’ll come. Mostly I write to help inspire. This world can be a pretty damn scary place to live in. The hate crimes. The sexual violence. The bombings and shootings. I want to be able to shed some hope. Even just a sliver. Something to help someone take another step in their day. I started this blog in the hopes I could help change a dark and hatred filled world. I'm not exactly sure I'm actually doing it or not. But, I'm trying. I also write to get the practice I need. Sometimes I’ll be sweet and awe inspiring. Other times I’ll show a bit of my true self with some dripping sarcasm and stupid humor. Then there are other times I just don’t make sense. Bear with me! When you come across my page, please feel free to leave me comments - about anything. Open forum. Open door. Open, open, open. I like having discussions about feelings (ya right) and hearing opinions of others about what I write. And other times, it’s just nice to know that someone out there goes through some of the same things I do. Thanks bunches in taking the time to stop on by! ~Pearls xoxo

A Box

Your children miss you, Dad. Today, I heard Braddah listening to your music. I did the same on the way to work. I don't think today will ever get entirely easy. I hope you're singing and dancing with those who... Continue Reading →

A Letter To My Younger Self 2020

Dear Younger Me, Happy first day of your new year. Are you ready? Because I'm not. It was such a crazy year last year and I wanted to warn you. Maybe when you get here you'll be able to side... Continue Reading →

Today.

Dear Dad, I'm struggling today. My heart is heavy as I think of you. Six years ago today my phone rang with your caller ID. I remember getting ready for work and instantly becoming angry. He's two days early. He... Continue Reading →

Goodbye, 2019

Dear 2019, I started my year with high aspirations with you. There was motivation. There was inspiration. There was holding on to the hope that the only thing I ever wanted would finally come into fruition. Today, as I embark... Continue Reading →

You Were Supposed to Protect Me

Dear Dad, It’s been 20 years since the day I sat in the shower, crying in shame and anguish, as I watched the blood flow down the drain. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember his... Continue Reading →

Dear Dad 2019

Dear Dad, Another year has passed, can you believe it? I swear it was only a few months ago when I last wrote you. Happy Birthday, Daddy. I’ll be honest, this year feels different. I mean, every year feels different.... Continue Reading →

For The Love of Closure

The saying I think is often over used. When God closes a door He opens a window. This saying has always been one that I hold to my heart when I've longed for something that wasn't in God's plan. Examples... Continue Reading →

For the Love of Falling

For the Love of Falling - Stand seven times and get back up eight.

For The Love of Prayer

February 2019 has probably been the most fragile February I've had since 2014. February has brought me to my knees in prayer in hopes that God would keep my heart open and that I would be comforted and given peace.... Continue Reading →

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