Tag: art therapy
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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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“Wired for Wonder”
I used to think I was broken. I thought I was just bad at being human—messy, forgetful, emotional, never quite fitting in. What I didn’t know then was that my brain was just different. And that difference has shaped every part of me. As a child, I was boxed in—literally and figuratively. Isolated in classrooms,…
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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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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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