Tag: Life Lessons

Finding What Brings You Joy 2

Written by Dennis Harvell Finding What Brings You Joy 2 I am learning to enjoy my life as it is, not as some idealized version of what I think it should be. I’ve embraced the reality of getting older: the gray hair, the new wrinkles, the joints that ache a little more than they used… Continue reading Finding What Brings You Joy 2

The Variable Passenger: A Time-Lapse of the Heart

Written by Dennis Harvell The Variable Passenger: A Time-Lapse of the Heart In my dreams, time doesn’t move in a straight line; it stretches and folds. I recently dreamt of my daughter—one moment she was the little girl I had to protect in a crowded elevator, and the next, she was the teenager behind the… Continue reading The Variable Passenger: A Time-Lapse of the Heart

The Turning Point

Written by Dennis Harvell The Turning Point The Silence of Sovereignty Why I’m Trading Drama for Peace We’re told family is a “two‑way street,” but what happens when you’re the only one doing the paving? Lately, I’ve been reevaluating the value of my time and energy. I’m no longer asking, “Why didn’t they call?” Instead,… Continue reading The Turning Point

The Rhythm of Survival

Written by Dennis Harvell The Rhythm of Survival Survival isn’t a choice — it’s a heartbeat. People often ask how I kept going after losing so many of the souls who anchored my world. For a long time, I didn’t have an answer. I just moved. When life refuses to stop, you move with it.… Continue reading The Rhythm of Survival

Finding What Brings You Joy

Written by Dennis Harvell Finding What Brings You Joy I am learning to enjoy my life as it is, not as some idealized version of what I think it should be. I’ve embraced the reality of getting older: the gray hair, the new wrinkles, the joints that ache a little more than they used to.… Continue reading Finding What Brings You Joy

Timothy, The Waiting Horizon

Written by Dennis Harvell, Photograph Timothy Harvell Grief bends us toward memory,but horizons remind us of what endures. The Loss These past years still feel strange, never returning to the normal I once knew growing up. My brother is gone. Grief takes up all the space you give it—the loss of a sibling is a… Continue reading Timothy, The Waiting Horizon