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August something, 2012.

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A date that seems to float in the ether, untethered by specifics, yet heavy with meaning. Tonight, you are called to return to yourself, to that pure essence that once existed free from the imprints of others. Imagine a time when you were a child, or perhaps lost in a dream. In those fleeting moments, you were unburdened by the world’s expectations. You knew that having what you wanted felt good and made your life better. There were no issues of worthiness, deserving, or doubt. There was just peace and contentment. Babies are born knowing to seek comfort, love, connection, … Continue reading August something, 2012.

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The Essence of Bread

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Bread, in its humble simplicity, carries within it the essence of life itself. The goodness of bread is a testament to the nourishment it provides, a sustenance that goes beyond mere physical hunger. It is the warmth of a mother’s touch, the comfort of a friend’s embrace, the silent promise of a new day. The smell of bread, fresh from the oven, is an invitation to pause and savor the moment. It is the aroma of home, of love, of memories woven into the fabric of our being. It is the scent that lingers in the air, whispering tales of … Continue reading The Essence of Bread

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Revealing the Heart

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“How do I write about this? Where do I begin?” I ask, my voice a whisper of uncertainty. I gently place my hand over my chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart. “Reveal your heart,” I say softly to myself. “Give it a safe place to bleed.” My heart, a vessel of emotions, yearns to be heard. It carries the stories of my joys and sorrows, my triumphs and defeats. It holds the essence of my being, the raw and unfiltered truth of who I am. To write is to open the floodgates of my soul, to let the … Continue reading Revealing the Heart

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The Warrior Within

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Some days, she dons the armor of a warrior, her spirit fierce and unyielding. She faces the battles of life with a strength that seems unbreakable, her eyes burning with determination. On these days, she is a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of resilience and courage. Yet, there are days when the weight of the world bears down on her, and she feels like a broken mess. Her heart aches with the scars of past wounds, and her spirit falters. Tears may fall, and doubts may creep in, but even in these moments of vulnerability, there is a … Continue reading The Warrior Within

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Letter to the Young Beatriz

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In the year 2000, time was a mischievous thief, stealthily pilfering the vibrant threads of my youth. My stories, though seemingly counterfeit, held the truth of my beauty in girlhood. I was a wildflower, braless and free, dancing like dervish petals in the spring breeze. My smile was as refreshing as lemonade, and my dresses were short, embodying the essence of pink and warm honey. I was a collection of bones, fragile under the weight of insecurities, yet radiant with the glow of youth. Today, my chin is softer, my hands bear the marks of time, and my breasts are … Continue reading Letter to the Young Beatriz

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A Sanctuary of Womanliness

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In the heart of my sanctuary, my home stands as a testament to my womanliness. Each corner, meticulously curated, whispers tales of my essence. The walls, adorned with a tapestry of textures, art, and photographs, breathe life into the space, reflecting the myriad facets of my soul. Books, with their well-worn spines, hold the wisdom of ages, while patterns dance across fabrics, echoing the rhythm of my heart. Every piece, every detail, is a deliberate choice, a reflection of my passions and dreams. Here, in this haven, I am surrounded by the things I love, each item a silent ode … Continue reading A Sanctuary of Womanliness

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Le pouvoir de l’amour

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Non, ce n’est pas l’amour qui se contente de remplir les pensées, les espaces et les temps vides. L’amour est une force créatrice, une flamme qui illumine l’obscurité de l’esprit et du cœur. C’est l’amour qui donne naissance à de nouvelles pensées, qui élargit les horizons de notre être, qui transforme l’ordinaire en extraordinaire. L’amour ne se contente pas d’occuper les vides; il les transcende, créant de nouveaux espaces là où il n’y avait que le néant. Il façonne le temps, rendant chaque moment précieux, chaque seconde une éternité d’émotions et de significations. C’est l’amour qui nous fait voir le … Continue reading Le pouvoir de l’amour

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The Unveiled Grace of Maria

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How does one connect with the invisible women of Brazil, distant from the world of bootees? She prayed out of despair; her mother loved to pray, she loved to swim. She had a habit of telling others to take a bath. She thought that by washing the outside, she could also cleanse the inside. One day she discovered that to cleanse the soul, she needed more than water and soap. Maria did not believe in naive kindness. She was suspicious of the feminine calvary, a place instituted by her mother: A woman must accept the cross, mortify herself, surrender to … Continue reading The Unveiled Grace of Maria

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The Beauty of True Care

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In the quiet moments of my reflection, like this afternoon, when the world seems to pause and the noise fades away, a profound question emerges from the depths of my soul: How many people can I claim truly care about me? Not just the ones who bring laughter and joy into my life, nor merely those I hold dear and trust implicitly. But those rare souls who feel a genuine elation when I bask in happiness and success, and who share in my sorrow when I am hurt or facing life’s trials. These are the people who, without hesitation, would … Continue reading The Beauty of True Care

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Tender Invitation and Transformation

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Come here, with all of your parts too soft for this world. Bring your tender heart, bruised by the harshness of life, and let it rest in the cradle of my care. Surrender your hell hurting, the pain that has etched itself into your soul, placed in hands that did not know how to hold it. I will be careful with it, with you. I will gather your layers, each fragile piece, and weave them into something different, something like heaven and moonlight. In the quiet moments, I will quiver from loving you whole, with all my smallness. My love, … Continue reading Tender Invitation and Transformation