Category: The Listening Page
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From the Lost Pages of Mary (an imagined gospel fragment)
Have you ever wondered what Mary Magdalene had to say? She was with Jesus the most. She served him, she listened, she was the witness. I have always wanted to know why they wrote her out and silenced her. Why they portrayed her the way they did. I have to admit that I always felt…
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“Carrying You with Me”
Today, I don’t lay flowers on a stone. I lay them right here—over the garden of my own heart. I say your name aloud, Let it rise like a prayer, Like a thread of light reaching across unseen places. I smile at the memory that visits unannounced— The way your hands moved, The sound of…
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Letting Go Begins
Letting go is not forgetting. It’s remembering truthfully—without minimizing, justifying, or twisting it to survive. It’s the moment you believe what you always knew, and stop asking your heart to carry it alone. This visual meditation is here to hold space for that moment. Take a breath. Let the threads fall gently. Journal Prompts: What…
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“Let Me Burn”
This fire is not new. This fury is old, passed down like a secret thread. Let Me Burn is for the moments we choose truth over appeasement, power over fear. This is not destruction—it is resurrection. Come listen with your whole heart. Then write what rises. Journal Prompts: “Let Me Burn” 1. What truths have…
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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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