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These past few days have opened something tender in me — through signs, hugs, memories, and moments of clarity. I’m learning to finally list

Through all the grief and all the storms, something beautiful remained. Even in the strongest wind, the rose stayed — reminding me that love

What if we still mattered even when we stop giving? A reflection on worth, receiving, and healing after loss.

A reminder to pause, see with softer eyes, and look beyond first impressions. 🐝

Rest isn’t laziness—it’s wisdom. A gentle reminder to slow down, listen, and let your body restore. 🌿

A reflection on grief healing, and the courage to stay open to love - even when it hurts. We all have a story. This is part of mine.

Today is All Saints’ Day, a day to honor every soul who has gone before us — not just the saints whose names fill the pages of history, but the quiet, ordinary saints who shaped our hearts and lives. When I think of that, I think first of Elijah. He wasn’t a saint in the traditional sense, but in the way love defines it — through laughter, kindness, and the way his light still reaches me, even from beyond this world. He reminds me that sainthood isn’t about perfection; it’s a

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