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A Place To Return To And My Mother’s Hair, Hands And Feet
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck Prompts — Tell me about a place you need to return to. Once I found the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA), at the age of thirty-four, I have had to return year after year. It is a place for me that calms my soul. I had been in recovery for ten years when I went up there the first time in 1988.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers
Messed Up? It Doesn't Have to End You.
Nothing compares to the sense of complete helplessness and despair that follows significant failures and mistakes in life. It feels like your heart is being pierced by a dagger. Usually, the mistake hits us so hard that it takes months or even years to get over it. I've been in that position a few times, and each time I made a huge mistake, I questioned how I could forgive myself. There were times when I thought I lacked the strength to continue. Not on an emotional level. Not in a spiritual sense. Not in the mind. And certainly not in a physical sense.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Journey 105: Turning Self-care into a Non-negotiable Practice
Looking back at Journey 101 to 104, I realize something profound: the biggest transformations in my life didn’t come from grand gestures or sudden breakthroughs. They came from tiny, intentional shifts—the little habits I once overlooked that gradually reshaped my entire world. I used to think self-care was merely an event, a luxury reserved for later—a special treat only when I had the time or when exhaustion forced me to slow down. But now? Self-care has become the rhythm of my life. It’s woven into every aspect of my day: the way I wake up, the way I move, the way I breathe. Somewhere along this journey, self-care transformed from a casual afterthought to an essential, non-negotiable practice. Yet, I can’t count how many times I’ve heard, “You’re doing too much,” or “Why are you so extra about these things?” But is it really being extra, or is it simply choosing to live more intentionally? To me, it isn’t about adding extra activities—it’s about seamlessly integrating self-care into everything I already do. And that's the real deal. Self-care is not about radically changing your lifestyle -its being even more intentional about your life. For me, self-care is found in the smallest, most ordinary moments that accumulate to create a life of wellness and joy: ✨ Taking a deep, mindful breath between tasks instead of rushing through the day. ✨ Playing my favorite song during an occasional evening stroll, letting the soothing rhythm calm my mind. ✨ Pausing to savor every new treat I buy for myself—not just eating it, but truly immersing myself in the flavors, textures, and the overall experience. And self-care isn’t just about bubble baths and spa days. It’s embedded in the daily habits that shape my mindset and protect my inner peace. It’s in the affirmations that reset my thoughts each morning and the journaling sessions that help me process my emotions and dreams. It’s choosing to set firm boundaries without guilt, saying no when necessary, and surrounding myself with people who genuinely see and respect who I am. Because the truth is, self-care isn’t always glamorous. It isn’t solely about scented candles and pretty aesthetics—though I do love those little indulgences too! Sometimes, it’s the discipline of doing what’s best for me even when it feels uncomfortable. It means choosing rest before burnout, walking away from situations that drain my energy, and prioritizing my well-being without waiting for anyone’s permission. This is Journey 105, but it’s far from the final chapter. If you’ve been here since the beginning, you know that every step has been a lesson, a gentle reminder, and a discovery. And if you’re new here? There’s a whole story waiting for you in Journey 101 to 104—a narrative of a total transformation in my life when I began to let myself feel the little things. My raw and real story of self-love, continuous growth, and learning to care for myself in ways I never imagined possible. So, what about you? Have you considered the tiny ways self-care can become a natural part of your everyday life? I would love to hear about it in the comments! Instead of waiting for exhaustion to force you into rest, what if you embraced self-care as a lifestyle—effortless, natural, and deeply fulfilling? What if we just made self care a non-negotiable practice in our lives? What if we consciously choose to live intentionally while still dreaming about all the good things the universe has in store for us? The journey doesn’t end here. Let’s keep going together, step by step.
By the.selfcare.advocate2 years ago in Writers
The Art of Being Fully Present and Engaged in Life. AI-Generated.
As I stepped off the bustling streets of Tokyo and into the serene gardens of the Meiji Shrine, I felt a subtle yet profound shift in my being. The cacophony of car horns, chatter and construction faded into the background, replaced by the sweet songs of birds and the soft rustle of leaves. I had been feeling frazzled and disconnected, like a leaf blown about by the winds of life. But as I walked along the winding paths of the garden, something began to settle within me. My breath deepened, my senses came alive and I felt a sense of presence and engagement that I had been missing for weeks. It was as if the garden had somehow awakened me to the present moment, reminding me of the beauty and wonder that lay just beneath the surface of my busy, distracted life. I felt a sense of awe and curiosity, like a child discovering the world for the first time. As I continued to explore the garden, I began to notice the intricate details of the natural world. The way the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees, like a gentle whisper in my ear. The scent of blooming flowers, sweet and intoxicating. It was as if my senses had been heightened, allowing me to experience the world in a way that was both familiar and new. I felt fully present and engaged, like I was inhabiting my body and my life for the first time. As I sat on a bench, taking in the tranquility of the garden, I realized that this was what it meant to be fully alive. To be present, engaged and connected to the world around me. To experience life in all its beauty and complexity, without the distractions and diversions that so often pulled me away. I thought back to all the times I had felt disconnected and disengaged. The times I had spent staring blankly at my phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media. The times I had rushed through my days, barely noticing the world around me. The times I had felt like I was just going through the motions, without any real sense of purpose or passion. And I realized that those times were not just moments of distraction or disconnection. They were moments of disengagement from life itself. Moments when I had forgotten to be fully present, fully engaged and fully alive. As I sat in the garden, surrounded by the sights, sounds and scents of nature, I knew that I wanted to cultivate this sense of presence and engagement in my daily life. I wanted to experience the world in all its beauty and wonder, without the distractions and diversions that so often pulled me away. And so, I made a promise to myself to prioritize presence and engagement in my daily life. To put away my phone and other distractions and to simply be. To experience the world around me, in all its complexity and beauty. To be fully alive, fully present and fully engaged. It wasn't always easy, of course. There were times when I felt the pull of distraction, when I wanted to check my phone or scroll through social media. But I resisted, reminding myself of the importance of presence and engagement. And as I continued to cultivate this sense of presence and engagement, I began to notice profound shifts in my life. I felt more connected to the world around me, more grounded and more centered. I felt more fully alive, more fully present and more fully engaged. I realized that the air of being fully present and engaged in life was not just a feeling, but a way of being. It was a choice, a commitment, and a practice. And it was one that I was determined to continue cultivating, every day for the rest of my life. As I continued on my journey of cultivating presence and engagement, I began to notice the ripple effects it had on my relationships, work and overall well being. My relationships with others deepened, as I was able to listen more attentively, respond more thoughtfully and connect on a more meaningful level. I saw myself attached to being more empathetic, compassionate and understanding and as a result, my relationships became more authentic and fulfilling. My work also benefited from my newfound presence and engagement. I was able to focus more intently, think more creatively, and produce work that was of higher quality and more meaningful. I found myself being more inspired, motivated and passionate about my work and as a result, my productivity and creativity soared. But perhaps the most profound impact of cultivating presence and engagement was on my overall well-being. I found myself feeling more grounded, centered and at peace, even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. I was able to navigate life's challenges with more ease, resilience and clarity and as a result, I felt more confident, capable and empowered. As I looked back on my journey, I realized that cultivating presence and engagement had been a game-changer for me. It had allowed me to connect more deeply with myself, others and the world around me, and had given me a sense of purpose, meaning and fulfillment that I had been lacking. I knew that I would continue to cultivate presence and engagement in my daily life, and I was excited to see where this journey would take me next. Practical Tips for Cultivating Presence and Engagement: If you're interested in cultivating presence and engagement in your own life, here are some practical tips to get you started: - Start small: Begin by setting aside short periods of time each day to practice presence and engagement. This could be as simple as taking a few deep breaths, noticing your surroundings, or focusing on the present moment. - Practice mindfulness: Mindfulness practices such as meditation, yoga and tai chi can help you cultivate presence and engagement by training your mind to focus on the present moment. - Engage your senses: Take time to notice and appreciate the sights, sounds, smells, tastes and textures around you. This can help you cultivate a greater sense of presence and engagement. - Let go of distractions: Identify the things that distract you the most, such as your phone or social media and find ways to minimize their impact on your life. - Connect with nature: Spending time in nature can be a powerful way to cultivate presence and engagement. Take time to appreciate the beauty and wonder of the natural world. Remember, cultivating presence and engagement is a journey, not a destination. It takes time, practice and patience but the rewards are well worth it.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Writers
Journey 104: Romanticising My Life: Making Everyday Feel Beautiful
Do you know that peaceful feeling when you’re detached—not in a way that makes you distant, but in a way that keeps you grounded? When you’re focused on your own path, working on your goals, and appreciating life’s lessons without constantly seeking external validation? That feeling is priceless, and for me, it became a turning point. That was the shift in my life that took my self-love journey to another level. It wasn’t an overnight change, but a slow, intentional process. The moment I stopped waiting for approval and started validating myself, everything became lighter. I no longer carried the weight of perfectionism on my shoulders, and suddenly, life felt more enjoyable. If you haven’t yet, check out my previous post on how I finally let go of the fear of imperfection and external validation. That realization was the foundation for everything that followed. Then something beautiful happened—I started seeing my everyday moments in a new light. ✨ My skincare routine wasn’t just about cleansing; it became a ritual of self-care, a moment to appreciate my reflection and take care of my skin with love. ✨ Rewarding myself after stressful exams wasn’t just an indulgence; it was a form of self-appreciation, a way of reminding myself that I deserved kindness from myself. ✨ Giving my honest opinion without overthinking? That felt like true freedom—the kind that comes when you stop worrying about how others might interpret your words and just express yourself authentically. I stopped filtering my choices through the lens of other people’s opinions. Instead, I asked myself: Does this feel right to me? And if the answer was yes, that was all the validation I needed. I started dressing for myself—not for compliments, not to fit into trends, but because I loved how certain styles made me feel. My self-love practices, like journaling and affirmations, weren’t just occasional habits anymore; they became my lifestyle, woven seamlessly into my day. Waking up, saying my morning prayers, and reminding myself that everything happening today is working for my highest good—it all became a part of my daily rhythm. Three Ways I Romanticize My Life Every Day: 1🌱 Shifting My Mindset: Everything Works in My Favor Letting go of a victim mentality was one of the most powerful shifts I made. I started to believe—deeply—that life wasn’t happening to me but for me. Every challenge, no matter how frustrating or painful in the moment, had something valuable to teach me. It wasn’t always easy. There were moments of self-doubt, but even in those, I reminded myself that they would pass. And when they did, I would emerge wiser, stronger, and more in alignment with the person I was becoming. 2🌱 Practicing Healthy Detachment Being detached doesn’t mean being cold or disconnected from people. For me, it means being so connected with myself that I don’t need external validation to feel secure. I can appreciate love and friendships, but I also know that my happiness doesn’t depend on them. I welcome new people and experiences, but my personal boundaries? They’re non-negotiable. I no longer overextend myself just to be liked. I protect my peace, and in doing so, I show up more fully in the relationships that truly matter. 3.🌱 Doing What I Love—Unapologetically This was a game-changer for me. There was a time when I hesitated to do the things I loved because I worried too much about what others might think. Now? I don’t hold back. If something brings me joy, aligns with my values, and makes me feel more alive, I do it—without second-guessing. I indulge in beautiful scents, not because I crave compliments, but because fragrance is a form of self-expression for me. It’s a love language I practice with myself. I step out in the sun, feeling radiant, knowing I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m glowing—I already know. The little things truly shift your mindset. They turn everyday routines into meaningful rituals. They transform self-care from a task into a way of life. Now, I’d love to hear from you! How do you romanticize your self-love journey? Drop a 💓 if this resonates with you, and let’s chat in the comments.
By the.selfcare.advocate2 years ago in Writers
The Unbearable Pain of Heartbreak: Why It Hurts So Much and How to Heal
Heartbreak is one of the most painful human experiences. It doesn’t just affect the heart—it invades the mind, the body, and the soul. It is a unique kind of suffering that leaves you feeling lost, empty, and broken, like a part of you has been ripped away. Whether you saw it coming or were blindsided, heartbreak has a way of shaking you to your core, making even the simplest tasks feel unbearable.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Writers
The Calm Within. AI-Generated.
As I perched at my workstation, gazing vacantly at the sheet before me, I couldn't help but feel a wave of bewilderment sweep over me. The cutoff for my composition was approaching and I was flailing to concoct a solitary lucid notion. My mind was a jumble of ideas, each one competing for attention like a chorus of noisy children. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, with no lifeline in sight. That's when I remembered the words of a wise friend: "The calm within is the greatest source of creativity." I had always been skeptical of such New Age-y notions, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and began to focus on the sensation of the air moving in and out of my body. It was a simple technique, one that I had learned from a meditation app on my phone. At first, my mind resisted. It was like trying to tame a wild mustang every time I thought I had a handle on my thoughts, they would buck and rear up, refusing to be contained. But I persisted. I breathed in, focusing on the sensation of the air filling my lungs. I breathed out, feeling the tension release from my body. Slowly but surely, my mind began to calm. The chatter of thoughts grew quieter, until it was almost imperceptible. I felt a sense of stillness, like the surface of a pond on a windless day. And then, like a lotus flower blooming in the depths of my mind, an idea began to take shape. It was a simple concept, one that I had been trying to grasp for weeks. But now, with the calm within guiding me, it seemed crystal clear. I opened my eyes, and my fingers flew across the keyboard as I began to write. The words flowed effortlessly, like a river meandering through the landscape of my mind. The ideas that had been eluding me for so long now seemed obvious and I wrote with a sense of clarity and purpose. As I worked, I felt a sense of joy and fulfillment that I had never experienced before. It was as if I had tapped into a deep well of creativity, one that was waiting to be accessed. The hours passed, and the words continued to flow. I wrote until the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the room. And when I finally stopped, exhausted but exhilarated, I knew that I had created something truly special. The calm within had guided me and I had tapped into a source of creativity that I never knew I had. From that day on, I made a promise to myself to always seek out the calm within. I knew that it was the key to unlocking my full potential and to creating work that was truly meaningful. And as I sat at my desk, surrounded by the quiet of the night, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. I knew that I had found my inner calm and that it would guide me on my creative journey for years to come. As the days went by, I found myself returning to the calm within again and again. It became my sanctuary, my safe haven and my source of inspiration. I learned to cultivate it, nurture it and to trust it. I began to notice that the calm within was not just a state of mind but a state of being. It was a sense of connection to myself, to others and to the world around me. It was a sense of harmony of balance and of flow. As I wrote, I found that the calm within guided me. It helped me to focus, to concentrate and to create. It gave me the clarity, the confidence and the courage to express myself fully. I wrote about the calm within, about its transformative power and about its ability to guide me on my creative journey. I wrote about the sense of peace, joy and of fulfillment that it brought me. And as I wrote, I found out that the calm within was not just a personal experience but a universal one. It was a state of being that was available to everyone, regardless of their background, their circumstances or their creative pursuits. I began to share my experience with others, to talk about the calm within, and to encourage them to seek it out for themselves. I shared my techniques, my tips and my strategies for cultivating the calm within. And as I shared, I watched as others began to experience the transformative power of the calm within themselves. I watched as they found their own sense of peace, joy and of fulfillment. I realized that the calm within was not just a personal experience but a collective one. It was a shared state of being that connected us all, that united us in our humanity and that inspired us to create, to express ourselves and to live fully. And so, I continue to write, to share, and to inspire others to seek out the calm within themselves. I continue to cultivate it, nurture it and to trust it. For I know that the calm within is the source of all creativity, the spark that ignites the flame of inspiration and the guiding force that leads us on our journey of self-expression and discovery.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Writers
Mindfulness and the Muse. AI-Generated.
Amara settled into her favorite spot by the window, the morning sun casting a warm glow across her cluttered desk. Her notebook lay open, the blank pages a quiet invitation to create. The sweet scent of jasmine from the garden wafted in, mingling with the aroma of her half finished cup of coffee. Yet, the words she longed to write remained elusive, playing hide and seek with her consciousness. For weeks, she had chased her muse, hoping to catch inspiration like fireflies in the night. Some days, it visited in brief flashes quick, dazzling ideas that flickered out as fast as they came. On other days, it stayed away entirely, leaving her alone with the echo of her own frustration. "Maybe you're trying too hard," her friend Mariah had said over the phone the day before. "You need to be still, Amara. The muse comes when you're not running after it." Amara had laughed then, brushing off the advice. But now, sitting in the quiet hush of the morning, she began to wonder if Mariah was right. She leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes wander to the swaying branches outside. The rhythm of the leaves seemed to pulse with life, a gentle reminder of the present moment. Slowly, almost without thinking, Amara closed her eyes and took a deep breath filling her lungs, then releasing the tension knotted in her chest. The silence stretched out around her, not empty but full it was full of the distant chirp of birds, the ticking of the clock and the soft rustle of paper beneath her fingertips. For the first time in days, she simply sat without expectation, allowing the world to unfold without trying to capture it. Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time seemed to lose its edges. And then like the faintest whisper the muse stirred. It wasn't a loud arrival. No fanfare or sudden rush of ideas. Just a single image, clear and delicate, blooming in the stillness of her mind: a girl standing at the edge of the sea, the wind lifting her hair as she reached for something just beyond the horizon. Amara's eyes fluttered open. Her heart beat a little faster. Without hesitation, she picked up her pen and began to write. As the words flowed, she realized something she had always overlooked: the muse was not a creature to be hunted or forced. It was a companion that walked hand in hand with mindfulness a gentle presence that revealed itself only when she was truly present. She had spent so long chasing inspiration, never realizing that what she sought was already within her, waiting patiently beneath the noise of her restless mind. The more she surrendered to the moment, the easier the words came. Paragraphs unfolded effortlessly, like petals opening to the light. There was no urgency, no pressure only the steady rhythm of breath and ink, guiding her deeper into the story. By the time the sun had climbed to its peak, Amara's notebook was filled with pages of life characters whispering their secrets, landscapes painted in vivid strokes and emotions laid bare on paper. When she finally set down her pen, a quiet satisfaction settled in her chest. The muse had been there all along waiting in the silence, in the steady breath, in the act of simply paying attention. As Amara closed her notebook, she glanced back at the window where the branches still swayed against the blue sky. "Thank you," she whispered, not to anyone in particular but to the moment itself. From that day on, Amara made a promise not to chase inspiration but to invite it by showing up with presence. Mindfulness and the muse were not separate forces, she realized. They were partners in creation, moving together in a delicate dance. All she had to do was be still and let the story find her. In the end, creativity is not born from pressure or pursuit. It blossoms in the quiet spaces we create when we slow down, breathe and trust the flow of the present moment. Whether you're a writer, artist or dreamer, the muse will always find you if only you are willing to listen. As Amara sat there, basking in the warmth of the sun, she knew that she had discovered a secret. A secret that would stay with her for the rest of her creative journey. The secret of mindfulness and the muse. A secret that would guide her through the ups and downs of the creative process and remind her that inspiration is always just a breath away. With a newfound sense of clarity and purpose, Amara opened her notebook once again. The blank pages stared back at her but this time, she wasn't intimidated. She knew that the muse was waiting for her, patiently, in the silence. And with a gentle smile, she began to write. As she wrote, the words flowed effortlessly, like a river meandering through the landscape of her mind. The characters came alive, their stories unfolding like a tapestry of intricate threads. The world she created was vibrant, full of color and texture and Amara felt herself becoming a part of it, as if she were stepping into the pages of her own book. The hours passed and the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the room. Amara didn't notice, lost as she was in the world of her story. She wrote until the stars came out, until the moon rose high in the sky and until the words finally began to slow. As she set down her pen, Amara felt a sense of satisfaction, of completion. She had tapped into something deep within herself, something that had been waiting to be set free. The muse had been with her, guiding her, inspiring her and Amara knew that she would never forget this feeling. She closed her notebook, her eyes tired but happy and leaned back in her chair. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of crickets outside. Amara smiled, feeling the peace and tranquility of the moment wash over her. And then, as she sat there, she felt it again the gentle nudge of the muse. It was a soft whisper, a quiet urging and Amara knew that it was time to start again. She opened her notebook and began to write, the words flowing out of her like a river. The muse was still with her, guiding her, inspiring her and Amara knew that she would never be alone again. She had found her creative partner, her guide and her friend. And together, they would create worlds, characters and stories that would touch the hearts of all who read them. As the night wore on, Amara wrote, the words pouring out of her like a fountain. She wrote of love, loss and redemption. She wrote of hope, despair and the human condition. And she wrote of the muse, that elusive, ethereal creature that had captured her heart. The stars shone bright outside, the moon casting a silver glow over the room. Amara wrote, lost in the world of her story, with the muse by her side. And as the night wore on, she knew that she would never forget this feeling, this sense of creative joy and this partnership with the muse that had changed her life forever.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Writers
From Anxiety to Inner Peace. AI-Generated.
As I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the page in front of me, I couldn't control the feeling of dread that had been creeping over me for weeks. My mind was a jumble of worries, fears and doubts, each one vying for attention like a cacophony of clashing cymbals. I had always been a writer, or at least, I had always wanted to be. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I began to wonder if I was cut out for this writing thing. The words that once flowed so easily now seemed stuck, like a rusty gate that refused to budge. I tried everything to get my creative juices flowing again. I changed my environment, switching from my cozy home office to a bustling coffee shop. I tried different writing tools, swapping my trusty pen and paper for a shiny new laptop. I even attempted to bribe my muse, promising her all sorts of treats and rewards if she would just, please, come back to me. But no matter what I did, the anxiety persisted. It was like a constant companion, always lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce and steal my peace. It wasn't until I stumbled upon a mindfulness app on my phone that things began to shift. At first, I was skeptical I had tried meditation before but it never seemed to stick. But something about this particular app resonated with me. Maybe it was the gentle voice of the guide or the soothing music that accompanied each session. Whatever it was, I found myself looking forward to those daily meditation sessions and slowly but surely, I began to notice a shift within myself. The anxiety that had once felt like a constant companion began to lift, replaced by a sense of calm and clarity that I had never experienced before. I felt more grounded, more centered, and more at peace with myself and the world around me. As I continued to practice mindfulness and meditation, I began to notice the impact it was having on my writing. The words that had once seemed stuck now flowed easily, like a babbling brook that had been unclogged. My ideas felt more cohesive, my characters more fully realized and my stories more engaging. But the benefits of mindfulness and meditation didn't stop there. As I continued to practice, I began to notice a profound shift in my relationships with others. I felt more patient, more compassionate and more understanding. I was able to listen more deeply, to respond more thoughtfully, and to connect with others on a more meaningful level. It was as if the mindfulness and meditation had somehow awakened a deeper sense of empathy and connection within me, allowing me to see the world and its inhabitants in a new and more loving light. As I reflect on my journey from anxiety to inner peace, I am reminded of the power of mindfulness and meditation to transform our lives. It is a power that is available to each and every one of us, regardless of our background or circumstances. So if you are struggling with anxiety, or feeling stuck in your creative pursuits, I urge you to give mindfulness and meditation a try. It may just change your life in ways that you never thought possible. In the words of the great Buddhist teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh, "The present moment is the only moment available to us, and it is the door to all moments." May we all learn to walk through that door, and discover the peace and clarity that awaits us on the other side. As I took this pathway , I began to notice the subtle yet profound ways it was impacting my daily life. I felt more present in my relationships, more focused in my work and more at peace with myself. But perhaps the most surprising benefit of mindfulness was its impact on my creativity. As I cultivated a greater sense of awareness and clarity, I found that my writing became more fluid, more expressive and more authentic. I no longer struggled to find the right words or to silence my inner critic. Instead, I felt a sense of freedom and flow, as if the words were pouring out of me like water from a fountain. It was as if mindfulness had unlocked a deeper part of myself, a part that was connected to my creative source. And as I tapped into that source, I found that my writing became more meaningful, more impactful and more alive. Of course, there were still days when the anxiety and self-doubt crept in. But I had learned to approach those feelings with kindness and compassion, rather than resistance and fear. I had learned to recognize that those feelings were simply a part of my journey, and that they did not define me. And I had learned to trust in my ability to navigate them, using the tools and techniques I had developed through my mindfulness practice. As I look back on my journey, I am reminded of the power of mindfulness to transform our lives. It is a power that is available to each and every one of us, regardless of our background or circumstances. And it is a power that can be cultivated through simple yet profound practices, such as meditation, deep breathing, and mindful movement. So if you are struggling with anxiety, or feeling stuck in your creative pursuits, I urge you to give mindfulness a try. It may just change your life in ways that you never thought possible. In the words of the great poet, Rumi, "The wound is the place where the light enters you." May we all learn to approach our wounds with kindness and compassion, and may we all discover the light that awaits us on the other sides.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Writers
The Werewolf’s Sacrifice: A Love That Defied Fate
The Werewolf Who Fell in Love The moon hung low above the dense woods, its silver glow illuminating long shadows between the towering trees. A lone man moved silently in the darkness, his lungs filling and emptying in short, abrupt gasps. His lean, muscular body carried the weight of his secret—a secret he had sworn never to share.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Writers
