The mind is a cathedral.
The mind is a cathedral.
I set a lot of micro goals that add up to achieving larger ones.
Vibrant blue became our value true. Cornflowers, bachelor’s buttons, trumpet blooms held between our palms, pressed for all their softness.
The hurt still sings— a haunted thing awake in me.
The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
Showing up fully is what fulfills me.
Hope is what has always survived in me—spinning dark threads into light, guiding me forward.
I want to live in a way that shares my gratitude for my ancestors and the legacy they gave me. To honor them is to have guts, be bold, and dare to be both soft and strong.
Every death nail became my foundation. My sovereignty deepened—fully accepted. I changed.
Grudges are a cage, while remembering is a key.