What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony? I could let go of the need to be understood, the clutching at exact words that prove I meant well.I could loosen my grip on the old injury that says the world will hurt me if I speak wrong.I could let go of the … Continue reading Stones at the river’s edge
Choosing a favorite animal feels impossible, for each offers something unique—comfort, wonder, or quiet strength. Some are steady and familiar, others wild and free, while some sustain us in silence. Each has its place, not to be ranked but cherished for the role it plays, whether to comfort, inspire, or support.
Harmony flows where selflessness leads. A bird breaks away, danger follows its shadow— the flock soars freely. Strength is the still stream, yielding, yet shaping the stone, peace in letting go.
In the dead of night, the eerie hush that suddenly descends upon the canine chorus is an intriguing spectacle. This isn't brought about by a loud or imposing presence, but rather by something subtle, like a faint whisper in a dream. It's as if a gentle ghost fixes its gaze on your soul. This peculiar … Continue reading Nocturnal Whispers Unleashed
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