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Sunday Love Letters
Sunday Love Letters
On Sundays,
I write love letters.
I make myself a warm cup of tea,
settle into the coziest corner of my couch,
and I think of you, my friend.
Those letters first travel
through my newsletter... and later,
at the end of each month,
I gather them here.
On their little shelf.
The Scarlet Mischief
I've been wearing red lipstick.
Not for anyone else.
Just because I want to.
The Language of Gravity
I think I am carrying
the weight of the world
on my back.
The Middle of the Story
I like to live my life
imagining that it's
a fairy tale.
The Hospital & The Joy
It's funny how life answers
our quiet questions
in the most unexpected ways.
The Tender Balance of Life
I like this word - bittersweet.
It mirrors what living
often feels like.
The Quiet Pull of Curiosity
Have you ever stopped to wonder
what truly guides you
forward?
The Art of Being
Do you believe that people are good?
Or do you believe we have to seek
the good ones out from the rest?
The Year of Mud
This year felt like being in the mud.
At first, it happened
by accident…
The Hero’s Path
Whenever I feel overwhelmed
I remind myself
this…
How to recognise when your thoughts aren’t real?
Many of the thoughts we experience
aren’t truly “us”…
Shadows
These last two weeks
have been
challenging me…
Embracing Change
Yesterday was the very first day
of school for my son.
And so, a new chapter begins…
Stardust Journaling
How to do journaling?
A step by step guide
to self-discovery.
Different Kinds of Laughter
You are the one,
who tries to wake me
by sneakishly tickling my feet…
Twinkle In Your Eyes
When my things go missing,
there is only one person
I think about - you!
The Hold
Sharing a poem I wrote a while ago.
And wishing you a wonderful day.
Be mad. Be wild. Be free.
The Cat
As I was sitting outside and journaling,
I could see my daughter running down
the garden path towards me...
The Winds of Change
Join me for
a 6 min meditation
to adjust to change.
Doctor’s Office
We were sitting
in the doctors’ office.
My daughter and I.
An Instrument
I admire those who have
an innate energy to keep
going and going.