The Power of Elimination
There comes a seasonwhen eliminationbecomes sacred. Not cruel.Not callous.Not born from rancor. Simply necessary. You begin to recognizewhat diminishes vitality,what distorts discernment,what arrives dressed in plausibilitybut carries no integrity. And you release it. The habit.The attachment.The antiquated sorrow.The despondent conversationthat keeps askingfor another opportunityto trespass against your peace. No. Freedom requires room. It asks for…
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My Heart Is Not a Layaway Plan
There comes a momentwhen the mind,body,soul,and spiritcome into agreement. No argument.No confusion.No revisitingWhat has alreadyrevealed itself. Just the quiet cogencyof knowing: this is whereI choose peace. Not from bitterness.Not from rancor.Not from defeat. From self-respect. I wanted tendernessto become real. I wanted the possibilityto growwith vitality,integrity,and devotion. Still,I know this now: My heart is not…
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Finding the Gap
There is a gapbetween what I carriedand what I finally allowed myselfto receive. For years,I stood there quietly,hands full,heart tired,spirit still tryingto make beautyout of absence. I called it strength. But some days,It was lonelinesswearing good posture. Some days,It was mepretending I did not needthe very loveMy soul kept praying forin private. And then life,in…
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October Morning
October morningopened the doorbrisk, breezy,and gentle. No thunder.No spectacle. Just a clean chilltouching my facelike a truththat knew howto be tender. The air entered first,carrying copper leaves,acorns,cinnamon breath,and the luminous scentof pumpkins restingon quiet stoops. I stoodat the threshold,wrapped in the hushof amber light, and felt the dayCome closer. Not to demand.Not to admonish.Not to…
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As the Moon Kisses Me
If love and romancecould becomethe same breathing thing, let them bring forththe courageto find their wayto my path, like treesleaning toward rivers,like rootsremembering water. If alliterationcould find its waythrough the body, let its syllablesarrive softly, sweet, slow,silken, sacred, until language itselfbegins to feellike sensuality. If dancingcould feel this good,Marigolds would bloomin my backyardall year long,…
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The Calm After the Storm
After the storm,There is a stillnessThat does not begto be understood. It arrives softly,like moonlightresting on the tide,like the oceangathering herselfafter a nightof thunder. No rancor.No despondent echo.No antiquated sorrowdragging its anchorthrough the chambersof my spirit. Just quiet. Just restoration. Just the luminous graceof a womanwho endured the tempestwithout relinquishingher tenderness. There is cogencyin this…
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Love Is in the Air
Love is in the air,and as the leaveschange moods,So does our love. Not fading.Not leaving.Not losing its color. Transforming. What was oncesummer-brightnow becomesautumn-rich, softer at the edges,deeper in the center,golden where the hearthas learnedto stay. There is somethingabout fallthat makes lovemore honest. The air cools,and suddenlycloseness feelslike a language. The trees releasewhat no longer belongs,and…
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Autumn in New York
I felt the energyacross the room, like windtaking shapeon an autumn nightin New York. Unsettling,unspoken,broadcastedto the naked eye, yet intimate enoughto be feltbefore it was named. Summer was still lingeringat the edge of the glass, warm on the skin,sweet on the mouth,still pretendingit had not begunto leave. But outside,The city knew better. The trees had…
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Lavender Love and Smooth Sailing
I am calling inlavender love. The kind that arriveslike dusk over calm water,soft purple lightresting on the seawithout askingfor applause. The kind that smellslike peace,clean linen,warm tea,salt air,and a nervous systemfinally mindingIt’s blessed business. Smooth sailing, please. Let the waters be clear. Let the lavender bloomalong the shorelineof my spirit. No rancordressed in concern. No…
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Divinely Bright
May the sweet fruits arrivewith their red mouths open,watermelon-ripe,honeyed,cool,and copious. May the juice runlike laughterdown the wristof a womanwho has finally learnedto receivewithout apology. There is something luminousabout sweetnessafter a seasonThat asked too muchof the spirit. A bowl of fruit.A clean table.A soft breeze.A prayer answeredwithout spectacle. These tooare blessings. And look,the sea is comingto…
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Finally Saying Yes
It was a remarkable sightto be seen, how it roamedthrough the shadowsof delightful night,soft as seahorsesmoving throughthe secret blueof the spirit. An angelic presenceentered the roomwith whimsical touchesof grace. There was nothinglike summer lightleaning gentlyagainst the first breathof autumn. Your face litlike Christmas trees,like children on summer breaksearching for wonderin the space betweenWhat was imaginedand…
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Staying True at Every Corner
Who are youWhen the room shifts? There comes a momentwhen every cornerasks a question. Who are youWhen the offer looks beautiful,But your spirit hesitates? Who are youwhen the applause is loud,But your discernmentWhispers no? Making decisionsis not alwaysa grand performance. Sometimes it is quiet. Sometimes it is private. Sometimes it is youstanding at the intersectionof…
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