Zen
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The Woman I Saw in Myself: Loving Katharine Hepburn
There are women I admire. And then there are women who remind me of myself before I had language for who I was. Katharine Hepburn is that woman. I can’t tell you the first time I saw her, I don’t mean watched her, I mean felt her. That sudden stillness in my chest, like someone Continue reading
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Becoming Me: Embracing Adventure, Freedom, and the Vibrancy of Life
For as long as I can remember, I lived cautiously, almost mechanically. My decisions, my actions, my very way of being, everything was shaped by an invisible, yet very real, wall of fear and responsibility. A wall I didn’t know I had built, but one that was firmly in place, holding me back from the Continue reading
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The Weight We Carry: Learning to Rest Before We Break
I’ve spent years carrying weight that wasn’t mine—stress, expectations, unspoken grief, the silent demands of a world that never stops moving. I’ve pushed through exhaustion, convinced that rest was something to be earned rather than something I inherently deserved. But last night, as I lay on the massage table, feeling the deep pressure of hands Continue reading
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Winter Moonbeams
Winter moonbeams wander wide,across the fields where shadows hide,they spill like whispers, soft and cold,on branches bare and stories old. They weave through night’s crystalline breath,between the stars and earth’s quiet death,etching frost on windowpanes,where longing lingers and silence reigns. They lace the world in silver threads,crown the pines and rooftops’ heads,glow on paths that Continue reading
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A Quiet Unfolding
In the stillness, something shifts,A quiet pull, a gentle rift.Not a break, but a soft release,A letting go, a finding peace. We don’t become someone new,We shed the old, and feel what’s true.Layers fall like autumn leaves,A whispered dance, a soul that breathes. It’s not loud, this quiet change,No grand reveal, no need to arrange.It’s Continue reading
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Snow Falls, But I Am Warm
There’s snow outside today, soft and gentle, falling quietly as if the world itself is holding its breath. The air is sharp with cold, but somehow, I feel a warmth in my heart, unexpected and comforting. It’s a warmth that rises slowly, as if it’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment Continue reading
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Friday Night Reset: Digital Painting & Sushi
Some weeks just drag, and by Friday, I needed a reset. So, I ordered some sushi, curled up with my dog, Chewy, and opened Procreate to paint the stress away. While I enjoyed my food, Chewy happily lounged beside me, probably hoping for a bite (he got a treat instead). In the span of a Continue reading
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A Portrait of Light: Painting Myself Into the Aurora
There is something about the aurora that feels like a language I almost understand. It moves with a kind of knowing, a silent rhythm written in color, never still, never fully graspable, yet undeniably real. It exists in the space between darkness and light, between earth and sky, between what is seen and what is Continue reading
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My First Landscape on Procreate: A Winter Sunrise
I finally took the plunge and created my first landscape in Procreate—a winter sunrise in the mountains. I wanted to capture that quiet, peaceful moment when the sun just starts peeking over the horizon, casting soft light on the snow-covered peaks. Playing around with different brushes to get the right texture for the snow and Continue reading
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Half of Me
There’s a half of me I keep in shadows,tucked beneath the surface where no one sees.A quiet hum of longing, a melody unsung,a bridge that spans the distance between who I amand who I might have been. Half of me craves roots,anchored in the soil of certainty,nurtured by stability,while the other halfdreams of flight—windswept freedom,the Continue reading
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The beauty of the small things: embracing the hidden depths of everyday life
There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through Continue reading
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Slow Mornings: A Quiet Ritual of Solitude and Reflection
There’s a certain stillness I’ve come to cherish in the early hours of the morning, a time when the world feels paused, and I can exist solely with my thoughts. These slow mornings, spent in the quiet company of Chewy, my little dachshund, have become a vital part of my day. It’s during these precious Continue reading
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