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The Soul of a Plant
On Essential Oils and Quiet Restoration There are moments when the body leans toward something subtle.Not a cure, but a comfort.A trace of pine in the room,a drop of orange warming the skin,a breath of lavender just before sleep. Essential oils carry what the plant once lived.The movement of light through leaves.The stillness after rain.The
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Healthy Skin
The skin, our body’s largest organ, is a canvas that tells the story of our inner health. It reflects the whispers of our wellbeing- a gentle mirror revealing the balance we nurture within. Glowing skin is not born from surface care alone; it flourishes when we nourish it from both the inside and out. The
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The Light Beneath The Skin
There is a power the world forgot.It does not shout, nor strike.It waits- beneath the breath,Beneath the surface of thought,In the pause before the next step. You do not need to sit for hours.The door is always ajar.One breath, if taken with truth,Can lift the veil.A simple scan of the body,A whisper to your cells,And
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Soul Print
I am the flame beneath the stillness, the seed held warm in Earth’s womb. I walk the timelines of stars and soil, carrying a dream that was born before me. I am not my name, not my form, not my fears. I have stripped down to soul- naked, wild, eternal. I plant a kin’s domain
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Ego Shift
I once was- a name, a voice, a woman with goals, a daughter of ache, a mother of mirrors. I said “I am,” but meant “I fear.” I said “I know,” but meant “I need.” Then came silence- not loud like bells, but like snow falling on a soul that finally stopped explaining. The leaf
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The Man Who Saw
On the full moon of May, we honour the day Siddhartha became the Buddha- awake, still, and free. He sat-not to gather answersbut to still the noise. While others built towers of thought,he let his crumble. One breath.Then another.Then none to claim. Beneath the fig tree,he did not find a god,nor a throne,nor a title.
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Ho’oponopono
The Art of Making Things Right Some healing comes loud, with movement and fire.And some arrives quietly, like a tide returning to shore. Ho’oponopono is one of the quiet ones. This ancient Hawaiian practice is not loud, not forceful. It doesn’t demand that we fix the world. It simply asks that we look within, and
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Even Silence is Quick
These Days, Even Silence is Quick These days, we don’t need to sit for hours- cross-legged and aching, meditating, while incense dances like confused bees. No, stillness comes quicker now. Like a sparrow landing without asking. Like dew that doesn’t wait for sunrise. Maybe because the world hums differently. Meditators multiply like mushrooms after rain,
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Vibrational Body
A vibrational view of cellular life and the frequencies we live by You are not solid.You are not static.You are not separate from the field around you. At the smallest level, your body is a symphony of oscillations- electric, magnetic, quantum. Each cell pulses with rhythm. Each strand of DNA hums with potential. And your
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Towards the Dawn
The world is not ending,It is remembering. Beneath the cities and the din,Beneath the clatter of thought and the rhythm of clocks,The Earth is breathing again-Slow, low,A dragon’s breath in winter. I walk- barefoot still-On moss and morning frost,While the owls write symbols in the darkAnd the fox listens, ears tilted to silence. We are
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