Tag: Writing
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Nurturing the Creator Within: Exploring “The Mother” Oracle Card
Have you ever considered that you hold the power within to create, nurture, and transform not just your life but the way you perceive yourself? When I was designing this oracle card, I was thinking about the Spiral Alchemy Oracle Deck’s overarching theme of self-discovery and inner wisdom. This brought up some feelings about where…
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Nurturing Your Inner Child: Insights from Angel Gabriel
Embark on a journey of self-discovery with Angel Gabriel as your guide. Explore the power of reconnecting with your inner child, finding solace in solitude, and embracing the magic within you. Ready to unlock the secrets of your soul? Let’s dive in!…
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Blurry Memories
Blizzard road. Red lights paving the way. Pretending to be asleep when we park outside the house. Papa carries my limp body to bed. He smells like cigarettes, pine, and honey…
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Writing Freely From the Heart
At dusk, when the neighbors’ lights turn on, you can hear football in the living room and smell dinner on the table. They’re laughing about something you’ll never know, but it feels like you’re there. I take comfort in walking past the intimate moments of someone else’s life. It’s like I’m home even when I…
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A Look Inside My Grimoire
A Piece of Me From my insides you will find a tenderness so sweet it rots the marrow of my bones. Saudades for all that was and all that could be, Tendons full of music, bursting, waiting to dance. I can feel your heart. I can see your spirit. When the wind cries, when the…
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look at the stars…
I’ve always been enamored with the sky. I’ve looked up to the stars and to the moon for answers in moments of crisis and felt held by the infiniteness of our universe more times than I can count. I think of the stars as a reminder of how connected we are to something far greater…
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Willow Tree
I’m all hair and moodiness like a willow tree. With deep roots known for their toughness and tenacity to live, I’m still standing. I remember the first time I ever saw a weeping willow. I must’ve been five years old. I thought those long tangled branches could open like a curtain into a magic portal…
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For My Eyes
When I close the blinds and prying eyes don’t look inside an ease of my strokes is much easier to find…
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Never Alone
don’t fear quiet and wish for filled spaces. your head doesn’t have to be hell if you use it well. solitude can be solace, emptiness whole. in the presence of everything you’re never alone…