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When the Sky Knows My Name
May I come each night and fold this letter to the wind? May I send a question on a cool fall breath and listen for an answer that has walked the mesa home?
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To Bask in Quiet Beauty
There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,dwarfed by the brilliance of the world.My feet stuck in this modern humanity where I don’t belong.The noises and comings and goings andconstant connection,Often, I hide from it all.More often, I wish I could hide from it…
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Quiet Longing: Between Who We Are and Who We Dream to Be
Have you ever felt like you’re living two lives at once? The one the world sees, measured in responsibilities and expectations, and the one that pulses quietly beneath the surface, longing for something more? I have felt this deeply—this tug-of-war between who I must be and who I dream of being. And so, I wrote…
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Finding Treasures in Quiet Moments
Bare with meI want to tell you something About the quietThere are secret treasures buried there,Gifts just waiting to be unwrapped.They can be found within your Own heart and mind,But only when you step away fromThe noise of the world.Did you know that the sacred Lives there?In between the dinner plates and the laundry bin,Tucked…
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In Search of Belonging: The Heart’s True Home
A Few Things I Haven’t Told You I am a quiet heart with layers of worlds hidden within. I tiptoe on the edges of communities seeking the place where I belong. My timid spirit carries the yearning of the universe inside of me – To find connection, depth, and truth. I’ve spent many nights whispering…
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