Tag: spirit
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just a little bright spot
All it takes is a single bright spot to remind you that darkness is never the whole story. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Wall & I · Nation of Language
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self protection
Like a lost, rusty bicycle without a soul, and you decide to continue on foot alone.What you leave behind grows smaller over time. © E n i s ∞ r song: Mercy Street – Elbow It is usually our shortcomings that we embrace because they are easier to accept.
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the connection
Our hands tell stories; sometimes through small nonverbal gestures—a loving caress or a reprimanding tap—shaking each other’s hands in a pact or greeting.Through them, we strengthen our connection with each other, ourselves, and the universe, and as a sign of trust, we give each other a ring—a symbol of connection. Workshop Celtic ring forging by
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abundance
If you tend to constantly be in a state of unfulfillment and lack, it may be time to subject your polarized self-image to some reflection. The world is a collection of wonders, a reflection of your own being.It is never linear, but organic—a rhythmic ebb and flow.Life is a matter of fine-tuning.You cannot only see
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trust, protect and land softly
If a cat teaches you anything, it’s this: trust your intuition, protect your energy, and always land softly—no matter what happens. © E n i s ∞ r song: Till Your Mind is Shinning – Peter Gabriel
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i like to
I like to be my own KingI like to live in a bubble no one can breakI like to drift away in my own quiet spaceI like to guard the silence around meI like to let the world fade outside my bubbleI like to exist where everything feels weightlessI like to see beyond what’s visibleI
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A Melody Behind Glass
In a quiet shop window lay a small wooden angel, its flute gently pressed to its lips. The wood is slightly weathered, as if it has seen many seasons, yet there is something tender and hopeful in its posture. Between the glass and the passing world, it seems to hold onto its own melody—a song
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Celebrate love
After all the misery, it is right to enjoy life. © E n i s ∞ r song: Love in the Year 3000 – The B-52’s
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minner for a heart of gold
If your heart is not of stone but made of gold,Beating deep within at your very presence. © E n i s ∞ r song: My Very Best – Elbow
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transmutation
There is beauty to be found in barrenness;when things stop growing, a monument remains—enough to draw hope from.Enough to keep dreaming about what new thing may take its place.It is the art of transmutation, the magic of change. © E n i s ∞ r song: A change Would Do You Good – Sheryl Crow
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oh silly me
There are at least two sides to a story. © E n i s ∞ r song: Flame – Sebadoh
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the late bloomers
Timid, cautious, and somewhat shy,we let the quiet years pass by.Not because there is no other way,but ripening demands a longer stay. We are the late bloomers in a field,where early flowers have had their yield.Among the withered forget-me-nots,stand blushing Marys and quiet Scotts. In a world grown brittle, dry, and old,their vibrant colors yet
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fawn
I am a fawn, seductive and wild,trapped between desire and danger.Once, a touch made me blush and play,now I merge with an uncertain other,in a world where true connection rarely comes easilyand confusion remains constant.It lingers as a secret, until one day someone glimpses through it. © E n i s ∞ r song: Possession
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stuck
We humans grieve for loss—heartbreak, death, and the loss of our youth or friendships. You need to grieve well in order to move forward, but what if you’re left numb, without tears? The pent-up knot of denial, wingless like a stubborn fishbone stuck in the throat, an endless barren desert. The art of grief is
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Small Light, Great Meaning
If you cannot be a star in the sky, then be a little light in your home. © E n i s ∞ r song: This Is Home – Peter Gabriel