gratitude
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🎈 Whimsical Wacky Wednesday: In Praise of Small, Strange Joys
Some days don’t want to be optimized.They want to be noticed. Today might be the kind of day where: There is a quiet delight in the unnecessary. Not everything needs meaning.Not every moment needs improvement.Some things exist purely to remind… Continue reading
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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 Wisdom Kneels
Reading the Gospel of Thomas as an Initiation There are texts you study…and then there are texts that quietly begin studying you. The Gospel of Thomas feels like the latter for me. Not a gospel in the sense of doctrine… 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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👩🏼🏫Proof Enough for Me
🪞A Reflection on Meaning, Metaphysics, and the Human Middle I don’t dismiss the metaphysical. I don’t dismiss symbols, synchronicities, or moments that feel quietly charged with something more. They have woven themselves too intimately into my lived experience for me… Continue reading
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A Simple Check-In
Not everything needs to be a lesson.Not every moment needs to be alchemized into meaning. Today feels like a pause—not the kind that’s empty, but the kind that breathes. I’m noticing where I’m tired without being broken.Where I’m tender without… Continue reading
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From Covenant to Consciousness
On the Evolution of the Divine Image ✨📜🕯️ There comes a moment on any sincere spiritual path when the old questions no longer suffice. Not “What does this text say?”But “What kind of consciousness does this text arise from?”And perhaps… Continue reading
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🎆 New Year’s Eve: Between the Last Spark and the First Breath
There is something tender about New Year’s Eve.Not loud—despite the fireworks.Not frantic—despite the countdowns. It’s a liminal night. A pause between exhale and inhale.The year behind us still humming in our bones, the year ahead not yet asking anything of… Continue reading
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We Survived the Year. That Counts as a Miracle.
🕯️ Sacred Snark Sunday: End of the Year Edition If you are reading this, congratulations.You made it. Not thriving, not ascending, not manifesting your highest timeline with perfect posture — just here. Breathing. Still listening. Still feeling. Still questioning. And… Continue reading
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✨ The Hopes and Fears of All the Years ✨
(Listening more closely this Christmas) I was listening to old Christmas songs today—the oldies, the ones that have lived in the background of a thousand Decembers—and something stopped me cold. A single line. From O Little Town of Bethlehem: “The… Continue reading
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