My practice today was confined to a cage. The freedom wasn’t there within those walls. I couldn’t feel the connection the way I do in nature. It was just motions. My soul was scratching at my body to be free. Sterile and boxed in. The sky wasn’t in view. No crisp cool air to breathe in. This cage will never do. I have to be able to absorb the earth and let nature take root inside me.
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Soul Tethers
I felt it today. I was sitting in my car, listening to music, and I felt this cord wrap around my body. It pulled me, as if I were weightless, pulling me toward this invisible presence. As if my soul was being tugged at by its other half. There was no particular reason – nothing had crossed my mind, and no song brought back a memory. Just the familiar pull of something long ago and something that will always stay.
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The Art of Creating Your Dreams
The picture became so clear in my mind.
My dreams once looked shapeless as a watercolor painting.
It took form slowly.
Over time the lines sharpened.
Details emerging as the colors brightened.
Reality began to exhibit the painting of my life.
And so, I walked in both worlds for I know where I am supposed to be.
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Maps of the Soul
I feel everything: each pause, silence, chatter meant to distract. The pain in someone’s eyes, their energy – every moment of good, the heart aches from the bad, loss, so much loss. When I untangle it all, I find the illusion, and still, I see my heart. I remember it all.
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Battle Scars Turned to Beauty
Your trauma may have shaped you, but it didn’t define you. Every dark spot it left on your soul was reborn when you rose from the ashes. Your scars are your proof of beauty.
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The Art of Resilience
If I could give any younger girl, woman, or person any advice, this is what I would say… While the shock of life washes over you, hold onto the part of yourself that shines. Give yourself time to be angry, but never cruel. Find your voice as soon as possible. Start with yourself in the mirror; if you can’t speak it yet, write it for yourself. Let your anger and grief have their place. They deserve to be seen. Listen to your body. If you feel unsafe, leave. Have a retreat, a place you can feel connected to yourself. Reclaim your connection to your body. Whether it has experienced challenges through trauma or not, your body is a treasure that carries the gift of life. Cherish it. Hydration is essential. Never listen to someone whose life you wouldn’t want. Be kind, especially to yourself. If they talk about others to you, they are talking about you. Loving all parts of yourself is the only way to truly love. Never stop growing as a person. Take missteps as opportunities to improve. Not everyone deserves your energy. Be careful with your body; honor it with your choices. Let the connection you have with yourself be so full of love that you never settle for what can’t match that. Love is always worth it. You are the only one who can appoint value to yourself.
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Imperfect Heartbreaker
Knowing you would repeat the cycle over and over didn’t stop it from crushing me. I couldn’t love you enough to save you, to save us. When the sky blue in your eyes dulls into slate, I know you’re gone. Once I was your treasure, now I’m just the imperfect heartbreaker thrown in a box. If love had ever been enough, we would have saved each other. The bed feels extra empty. No one is there to dance with me. The air’s heavier. I wanted to hear that one giggle for the rest of my life. Who will wipe my tears? Who will water this Pisces? All my wounds, you know them. We turned into memories. That’s all you left me when you walked out again.
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The Art of Reassembly
I collected the pieces of myself left behind. Shard fragments from trauma created my Horcruxes. Piece by piece I was forming into someone I don’t have any memories of being. Whole. With my pieces restored I became whole.
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The Art of Redefining Love
Love isn’t someone who would die for you. They won’t save you, nor should you save them. Love is living for yourself and having someone stand beside you while you both save yourselves. Your love inspires life, blooming into knowing when to stand behind them should they need reminding they have someone right there. Living a full life in what your love created is key. This causes one to stand in front of you to shield you, sometimes from even yourself. No, don’t die for me – can you live for me? That is how to love, and it starts with loving yourself.
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The Art of Never Getting Caught
It’s rather simple to see the moves being made. Hypervigilance from necessity gives you this edge. Fabricate what you want to be known, laying it out meticulously. Sharpening your sword while you’re believed to be crumbling in the dark. Letting the picture they’re painting of you unfold. Isolation becomes the weapon they thought was weakness. Building yourself in plain sight. Let them see some wins, as you magnify all the turbulence they believe you’re drowning in. Play the fool for your audience. And when the time is right, you’ll master the art of never getting caught.
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