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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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Threshold Energy
You’re standing right at the sacred threshold—the place every soul reaches before real expansion. And it feels paralyzing because what’s ahead requires a different version of you—one who doesn’t become fearless, but who chooses to move with fear in her pocket and faith in her hand. Let’s gently untangle this, step by step: 1. Recognize…
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“Fear Was Here”
From the other side of stuck: Fear was here. It sat at the doorway of your becoming, arms crossed, daring you to try. It whispered old wounds like lullabies, told you you were too late, too small, too broken to belong. And you— you believed it. Not because you were weak, but because you’d been…
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You Were Never Missing
There’s a place inside you where nothing was ever broken, lost, or too late. A sacred thread that’s been waiting — patiently — for you to remember. This song, these words, this moment… are a homecoming. You are not behind. You are becoming. Every breath you take is a thread in the masterpiece only you…
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Threaded Relief: How My Hands Help Me Heal
An Artful Practice of Listening to What I Need Most Reflection: There are days when I don’t even have words for what I’m feeling. That’s when my hands know what to do. Over the years, I’ve come to notice a pattern—certain kinds of creating meet me right where I am, depending on what I need…
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This Is Not the Place for You
I didn’t want to leave. Not because it was safe — but because it was familiar. Because stepping away from what’s broken requires stepping into the unknown. And even when the room was full of judgment, even when the shame didn’t belong to me, it was still what I knew. But then she stood beside…
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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 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…
Jenny Wren Threads 