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Welcome to Sadie Speaks

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. 

 

"There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still."

Corrie ten Boom

 
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About Me

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. 

 

Quote, Unquote

Years and years I memorized that quote. I hung the card on bulletin boards and tucked it away in boxes of memorabilia. Then, abuse’s effects

My Soul Rages

My soul rages within me When I think of you Leaving me behind With the lonely few. Without you here But gone and in the grave I feel sad,

Love Poems

And we’ll never die, Unless together---hand-in-hand--- Your body cupped against mine As we meet the Creator of us.

Lonely for You

Especially with long term illness, grief comes long before the funeral. Maybe this has been your experience in one way or another with loved

Grief

February, you broke me. In the dead of winter, I grieve. Jesus, come carry this sorrow.

Soiled

"Gratitude is not a simple emotion or an obvious attitude. It is a difficult discipline to constantly reclaim my whole past as the concrete

Love, Instead

I want Love to awaken me. Never reaching for the snooze button. I choose to reach for Love, instead.

Old Haunts

Simply, I mean my old familiar favorite books. This, first in a series, Top 10 List is a compilation of the books that shaped me, resonated

Heaven Hears

In the midst of the loneliness In the midst of the pain Heaven’s ear hears The unspoken strain The primal cry The stoic weep Heaven listens—

Silence, Broken.

I mistook silence for forgiveness. I mistook silence for a Christian response. But in that moment of asking for my silence, he took away

Labor Day

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. Normally, I will not be able to keep up with all of the awareness days, weeks or...

Acid Tears

This is the latest Barn Painting entitled Acid Tears. It has been in my mind for quite some time. This is the first time I’ve painted on...

Grand Opening!

Last, it is a simple store and not much more. My goal is to offer Barn Paintings, journals, notecards, photo prints, and mugs.

Truth Teller

It’s important to tell the people in your life caught in abusive situations the truth. Both the victim and the victimizer.

Tin Trailer Captive

{Trigger Warning} One thing every kind of Abuse does is make you a captive. It limits your freedoms. It makes you a prisoner; it ...

The Four Seasons

Right in the mix of conflicting feelings of loss swirling around my senior, my graduate, my last born — Grandma season arrives. These little