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Jellyfish
December, 21 2026 It isn’t the giant tidal wave, the one that happens rarely, that signals an oncoming tsunami that scares me. It is the gentle whisper of intuition that causes ripples and real change, and it has me clutching the white poodle in my lap like a pillow. I once believed all the power Continue reading
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Oh, What a Beautiful Night
November 16, 2025 As winter nears, I feel the cold wrap around me like a blanket. I try to loosen its grip, but it whispers, “I’m not as bad as you think. Embrace me like you would the sun.” I search for warmth in the chill of an empty hearth. The cabin is sodden, run-down, Continue reading
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The Road Not Taken
October 22, 2025 Sometimes, like a wet stone, etched and sanded smooth by water, I am tested and challenged so my life can flow again. Some things in life can hurt, and I’ve come to accept that. Like a punch to the gut, losing someone precious, swallowing harsh realities, and realizing that the world at Continue reading
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Blueprints
10/11/25 Judge another and you judge yourself. When life teaches me this lesson of judgment, I remind myself that there is a gift in it. Early in spring, as life shifts from the cold and biting wind, I find myself bracing against the wave of pollen filling the air. I must stick to my allergy Continue reading
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Hand in a Paper Bag
10/01/25 When life strikes its minute hand just before a new hour, you hear it tick. When subtle changes occur in your life that feel meaningful, you sense the gentle hand of life guiding you forward. You feel fortune like a path lighting up beneath your feet. Spending all your time repairing broken fences, mastering an Continue reading
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Lack to Luster
09/16/2025 Much to my surprise, I’ve come to realize that money is a tool, not energy. Contrary to popular belief, the abundance we seek lives within us, and it is this inner abundance that fills our tools with magic. But yielding our own magic is no easy task. It is complicated, messy, and untamed. It Continue reading
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The In-Between: A Home, a Haven
09/05/2025 “Hope is the thing without feathers,” Dickinson writes. I understand what it means now. Hope is like a flightless bird because while it lifts your spirits, it cannot fly; it is just a concept. But it is also a feeling. Something that can make a person soar—soar past barriers, difficult feelings, and impossible odds. Continue reading
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Recognizance
08/20/25 I know that sometimes, when I am caught up in wanting and desiring, sighs slip past my lips as I piece together my peculiar behavior patterns and reflect on your initial reactions to my desires. At first, I take a deep breath, uncross my arms, and relax my shoulders. I lean into the freedom Continue reading
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Painted Faces
08/19/25 My bedroom walls are painted with ghosts that howl at me and rush by whenever I need a solid interruption. I can’t tell why they choose to bother me—especially at night, when the moon has reached its peak in the sky. The moon rises and falls with the memories that put me to sleep, Continue reading
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Grief, My Darling
08/15/25 Grief is a crow, a murder, pecking at your old self, as dead as the day you lost your dear one. The crows pull pieces of you away and hold them up to the morning sun for you to revere and examine closely. Because dying and resurrecting are not easy tasks, you must approach Continue reading
An inner dialogue with doubt, clarity, and truth–a reflective lens on the human condition.
The Equanimous Mind® 