Time marches on. One thing I love about the seasons is the rhythmic steadiness with which they arrive. Winter turns to spring, spring...
a safe and sacred space
Welcome to a place of healing and hope after abuse. There is a certain ‘sisterhood’ and ‘brotherhood’ among women & men who have faced the countless varieties of abuse and its onslaught. This is a safe space to engage with a lone woman, on the journey of Faith, who found her voice on the tip of a pen and at the bottom of a make up brush.
Sadie’s Not My Real Name
For years, I have written over 100 poems to try and make sense of my abuse and it’s obtrusive interaction with my real life. In another season, I also found solace in building pottery and painting barns. I finally decided to share my poetry and paintings in a forum that gives hope and provides sacred space for others to process pain. I founded Sadie Speaks : Finding Your Voice After Abuse with a mission to give others their voice by hearing mine. Take some time to explore the blog, read my story, and find your voice mingled in the echoes of my whispers, shouts, silence and songs. May you find that the truth of your abuse ends with hope, tenderness, forgiveness and holding fast to Love.
"There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still."