Conscious Living

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me

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Swirls of vivid gold move like breath across a glowing landscape of purple, blue, and magenta—an abstract reflection of grounding, presence, and the sacred return to self when the world feels scattered.

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me To slow down, ground my energy, and reconnect with myself in moments when I feel scattered, frazzled, or out of sync—especially when I misplace something. This is a ritual of remembrance, where I soften into presence, receive insight, and return to my inner rhythm. This Saturday … Read more

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love

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An orange tabby cat rests peacefully on a soft, dark blue blanket, bathed in warm golden light. In front of the cat lies a small green tinsel ball, slightly worn, glowing gently in the sunlight. The scene evokes tenderness, memory, and quiet presence.

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love I wake up slowly, held in the arms of stillness. The light slipping through the blinds is soft and golden, the kind of light that doesn’t ask me to rush. Today is May 15th, and I feel it before I even remember why. My heart … Read more