Category: life
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You lived like sunlight —warm, uncontained,moving through life with a laughthat never asked permission.You were freedom with a heartbeat,a soul who wrote her own rulesand followed joy like a compass. I remember those mornings —your car outside waiting,breakfast in hand like you weredelivering love in small bags of hope.You made early days feel gentle,you made…
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A little something I wrote while I sat after work waiting…… I sit here, there i sat, sat in wait. My ride came, I no longer sat.
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Blood in the Soil by Gemini In The Summer I Wrote This While My Heart Was Racing: Creating as a Way to Cope Through a Panic Attack Sometimes healing doesn’t look calm.It doesn’t look peaceful or perfectly put together.Sometimes healing looks like trembling hands hovering over a keyboard, trying to breathe through a moment your…
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There’s something powerful about waking up in the morning excited instead of drained.When you’re doing what you love, work stops feeling like an obligation and starts feeling like expression. It becomes less about getting through the day and more about growing through it. You create, you contribute, you show up — not just for the…
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Grief has a way of marking time differently.Not in calendar years, but in before and afters. Ten years.A whole decade between losing one sister and losing another. And yet, when I think about them, time folds in on itself — one memory pulling the other closer, like grief doesn’t care about the distance between the…
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Most living things eventually need to be uprooted and replanted in a new environment in order to continue to flourish. Ask me how I know? I’m one of those living things. When I changed my environment, I changed my life. My new environment has contributed heavily to my growth. I had to learn to be…
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Hey there, yes you, reading this blog. I know it’s hard right now. So many people feel drained, tired, and have a sense of hopelessness. It’s as if everyone I have encountered is going through life’s storms, whether it be mentally, physically, emotionally, financially, so many people are going through it. These are the times…
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The old woman, A’Veda, never truly saw a tree; she saw the echo of a soul woven into the wood. Her grandmother, they said, was buried not under a headstone, but beneath the sentinel sycamore that guarded the eastern field. So, when the first chainsaw blade bit into the bark, it didn’t just sound…
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During the destruction of Hurricane Helene, I found a moment of perfect stillness, yes, even during a storm. What if I Told You If the meteorologist warned you that a storm is coming, you’d prepare for the possibility of a terrible storm. You know, run out and stock up on water, candles, bread, milk, eggs,…
Gemini in the Summer 