Author: Jenny Wren
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I Was the Witness
There are some stories that never left us. Not really. They were just rewritten, softened, silenced — until someone brave enough remembered the original sound. Mary Magdalene was not erased. She was buried beneath centuries of shame and misinterpretation. But her voice, her presence, her witness — it’s still here. And maybe, if you’re reading…
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Forgiveness: The Fragrance and the Fire
“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” – Mark Twain INTRODUCTION There comes a moment in every healing journey when we realize—we can’t carry it anymore. The weight. The silence. The anger we’ve dressed in strength. Forgiveness isn’t about forgetting. It’s not about pretending it didn’t matter. It’s…
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My Becoming
Yesterday, I didn’t do the things I thought I should. And I had a lot to do. I have chronic migraines and normally I feel some kind of pain, but this day it started as a whisper, but swiftly became raging. Of course, as I usually do, I tried to push it, force it. But…
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You heard The Call…
And now, you’re invited to listen. Not to noise. Not to pressure. But to your own knowing. The Listening Page is a quiet doorway. It’s not here to sell you anything. It’s here to hold space. For your heart. Your story. Your voice. If The Call stirred something in you— come sit. Come breathe. Come…
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Permission
I live with chronic migraines. They don’t just bring pain—they bring pressure, overwhelm, and a deep longing to be held in a way this world rarely offers. Over time, I’ve learned that what I need most in those moments isn’t to push through. It’s not hustle or hiding. It’s permission. Permission to pause. To soften.…
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The Covering – A Listening Page Prompt A blessing and gentle invitation to pause
copy_e2ad608c-11a4-4d36-8eb5-349dbc06de92 The Covering I am not here to bind you, or braid you into something small. I am here to cover you in the memory of who you’ve always been. I come soft— a nuzzle of warmth at your wrist, a brush of breath across your collarbone. I am the hush before the becoming. Let…
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The Covering
(A blessing and gentle invitation to pause) I am not here to bind you,or braid you into something small.I am here to cover youin the memory of who you’ve always been. I come soft—a nuzzle of warmth at your wrist,a brush of breath across your collarbone.I am the hush before the becoming. Let me weave…
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This is “The Listening”
Welcome to The Listening Invitation A gentle beginning, a soft return to yourself. You are here, and that matters. This space was made with care, for the part of you that is ready to be heard-maybe for the first time in a long time. Here, you are invited to slow down, to breathe, and to…
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The Listening Page
I am creating a journal/writing prompt blog. I will be having little chats and then we will write our hearts out, weaving our threads together and changing the design. Threaded with words and colour! We are our own design! I can’t wait to see what we all create. I want you to know that you…
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Mended with Purpose
It feels like through everything, lessons were weaving through me until it was ready to give to the world. All the blessings and miracles! I am humbled to be a threadkeeper, mended with purpose.
