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Until Then
When I turned fifty, something softened. Ceremony showed me glimpses of truth, but everyday life made it blurry again. Maybe the full truth, even the hidden layers of this world,...
Until Then
When I turned fifty, something softened. Ceremony showed me glimpses of truth, but everyday life made it blurry again. Maybe the full truth, even the hidden layers of this world,...
When Boundaries Feel Like Distance
Learning boundaries did not start with a clear decision or a perfect plan. It began quietly, when life pulled me out of the noise and into my own space so...
When Boundaries Feel Like Distance
Learning boundaries did not start with a clear decision or a perfect plan. It began quietly, when life pulled me out of the noise and into my own space so...
A Lone Path: Nurturing the Wolf Inside
I’ve been disconnected from social media and most outside communication for a while now. Working inward, in solitude, in stillness, away from the noise. No public updates. Just private work,...
A Lone Path: Nurturing the Wolf Inside
I’ve been disconnected from social media and most outside communication for a while now. Working inward, in solitude, in stillness, away from the noise. No public updates. Just private work,...
When Quiet Speaks Louder
Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is say nothing. Words have power; they can build or destroy, connect or divide. Silence isn’t weakness, it’s awareness. When you learn to...
When Quiet Speaks Louder
Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is say nothing. Words have power; they can build or destroy, connect or divide. Silence isn’t weakness, it’s awareness. When you learn to...
The Track of Love and The Track of Fear
When we slow down long enough to notice it, every decision comes from either love or fear. One is automatic and reactive. The other is conscious.
The Track of Love and The Track of Fear
When we slow down long enough to notice it, every decision comes from either love or fear. One is automatic and reactive. The other is conscious.
Who Am I Behind My Story?
A simple reflection on the silent witness behind the body and personality. The part of me that was never born and cannot die.
Who Am I Behind My Story?
A simple reflection on the silent witness behind the body and personality. The part of me that was never born and cannot die.