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When the Ashes Come Home
🌒🕯️ There are moments that don’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare.They arrive quietly.Almost casually.And yet everything inside you knows: this is exact. Yesterday, I was told I can prepare to receive my mother Gloria’s ashes. Almost a year later. 49… Continue reading
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🌑 When Healing Changes the Field ✨
For a long time, I believed certain patterns in my life were simply fate. The same relational dynamics.The same sense of obligation.The same quiet pressure to manage, appease, and anticipate others — even when it cost me my own center.… Continue reading
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Exploring Morphic Fields: The Connection of Memory and Behavior
Morphic fields are energetic blueprints of memory and form that shape behavior, development, and even knowing—across time, space, and species. First introduced by biologist Rupert Sheldrake, morphic fields suggest that there’s a field of resonance around everything—from a single cell… Continue reading
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Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss
The Call that Changed Everything… February 5, 2025 I looked over at the dining table.My heart dropped, and simultaneously began to race,as my youngest son’s voiceseemed to fade into silence.A silence replaced bya once-familiar ringtone —now strangely foreign.A ghost note.A… Continue reading
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Daily Mysticism: A Kitchen Perspective
There’s a magnet on our fridge that makes me smile every time I pass by it. A group of crows gathered beneath a disco ball. The words read:“Murder on the Dance Floor.” It’s cheeky and dark and sacred in all… Continue reading
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Jupiter in Cancer: Unveiling Jungian Psychology Insights
The Woman at a Distance She stands small—not diminished, but humble and wise—beneath a galactic sky, facing the great unknown. Her silhouette is a quiet presence rather than a loud declaration.This reflects the Seer and Witness in me, not performing… Continue reading
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A Grandfather’s Hands
“To the One Who Built with Love” You, whom I never met—and yet, you hold me.You carved not just wood,but a vessel of memory,a hearth for healing,a shrine for the unseen. In this sacred space, I feel you.In the hush… Continue reading
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The photo frame without a face…
The Unknown, The Unnamed, The Forgotten, The Exiled… This empty frame is a threshold within my altar. It is the breath between names, the silence between stories. It is where absence is made sacred. And this I say:🕯️ To the… Continue reading
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A deeply layered ache
…a tender, deeply layered ache I am holding. My reaction is not just about a forgotten date—it’s about what that date symbolizes. Birthdays, especially of our children, are etched into us not just as facts, but as thresholds of love,… Continue reading
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