There’s a hummingbird I’ve come to know—a small, glimmering visitor who often perches on the same branch of the pear tree near our home.Almost always in the same spot.Morning and evening. She became a part of my rhythm. My quiet ritual.Every day, as I walked the dog or took my daughter to daycare, I would […]
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For a while, I struggled to find a rhythm to connect to myself. Should I start the day with yoga?Gratitude?Back exercises?Journaling?A hot shower… or maybe a cold one?Should I meditate? Tap? Affirm?Should I drink lemon water or embark on an animistic journey into the forest of my subconscious? The list grew longer than the morning.
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This morning we had another dog-walking storm. She cried into me. Pressed her little face into my chest, hot with protest. I wanted to say all the things: Your friends don’t fuss like this… Other kids help their parents… Look at Elisabeth, she just walks without drama… All those words rose in my throat like
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Opening the soft archive.This piece came from 2016—a vision, a memory, a myth I wrote into being.Back then, I was just beginning to touch the places where shame and creativity had tangled.Now, I return with gentler hands.To remember.To come home.To say to the part of me who trembled at her own voice:You are safe now.
The Buddha That Plays September 9, 2015 – My First Short Story Opening the season of remembering.This was my first short story—written in 2015—when writing became the only way to let the inner rivers speak.I’m sharing it now to honor the part of me who dared to write not to be read, but to be real.To
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Sometimes, there’s a big decision in front of you.And you feel stuck.Indecisive. Scared to make a move. That’s not failure.That’s the first step of landing back into yourself. When you don’t know what to do — don’t do. Think: safety first.Warmth. Coziness. The kind of quiet contentment that doesn’t chase anything. Like a cat behind a window.She’s
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